Parking

Are there times when you get disproportionately angry about something that doesn’t really matter? It happens with me in the car all the time. For example, this morning as I was pulling in to the parking garage at my office, a lady in a black Pontiac was wandering aimlessly looking for a parking place and was blocking part of the garage that I needed to turn into. Then, she drove down a parallel lane and pulled in front of me at a break in the lanes just as I was getting to the parking area where I always park. I got all pissed off for a minute or so wondering how she DARED drive in front of me in MY PARKING GARAGE. Who did she think she was? Of course at the time, I just barked in the car, “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She parked, and I drove past her and parked in my usual spot. The whole occurrence slowed me down by maybe two seconds. As I was getting out of my car, I thought to myself, that was a bit of an overreaction, wasn’t it. Was it really necessary that I get all bent out of shape just because some random person wasn’t following what I perceived to be proper protocol in the garage?

Yes. It was. Bitch.