I’m the primary driver in our household and I don’t have good parking spot luck. Meanwhile, my husband has excellent parking luck. It’s gotten kind of funny actually. Before we really recognized it, he wondered why I didn’t like going to a particular grocery store. It’s because the parking lot is terrible. “You mean you don’t just park up front?” Uh, what? How would I do that exactly when none of those spots are ever free? But on the off chance that he’s driving, there is always, always a spot close to the door. It’s gotten to the point where if we’re going somewhere where the parking is going to be difficult, he drives.
Believe it or not, I know the feeling. Took a vacation to Scotland like 10 years ago with the wife-to-be. Didn’t know anything shout the Fringe festival in Edinburgh and ended up there right in the middle of it with our rented car. Got used to driving on the opposite side of the road and car pretty quickly, but I was still remarkably proud of parallel parking in backwards-driving-world surrounded by street performers and tourists and doing it all on the first try. It was beautiful. We were perfectly equidistant from the surrounding cars, exactly 6 inches from the curb, in a manual transmission Jeep Renegade rental we picked up in Glasgow. To this day, it is my greatest parking achievement, without question. Still brings a tear to my eye reminiscing.
Jeep Renegade
All the other traffic probably gave you plenty space because they assumed you were a hairdresser 😂
Thank you for sharing, this is the story I needed right now.
I park as far away from the venue as possible bc I know someone will park right beside me, and I’m making them exercise.
And you’ll be one of the first ones on the road home, instead of being stuck in Event Exit Hell for an hour, or more.
sssshhhhhhhhh!!
Shit, my bad!
Love that energy, coach 💪
We got a new TV while in lockdown. For about 4 months I would randomly say “Nice TV though”.
2 years ago I parked next to the exact same model vehicle as mine and with the same aftermarket tire model. I still remember.
Sounds like a sweet parking spot.
Rockstar parking, we call it!
Damn now you’ve got me thinking about that parking spot
I purposely park far from the doors so I get to walk. I would hate that spot.
I do the same but that’s because I hate backing out of high traffic areas or having people sit there and wait for me to back out. Back of the lot is the stress free lifestyle
Amen. I don’t mind walking but I do mind driving in busy and chaotic spaces. If I have the option I’ll usually park as far away from other cars as physically possible.
Yeah, because he remembers when you made his ass circle for 30 minutes waiting for that close parking spot, when you both could have been in the venue 25 minutes earlier if you’d just not been a princess, and walked 100 yards.
Lol you okay there, bud?
Just speaking from experience, bro. I don’t have to tolerate that, anymore.
Wife bad 😤
Mine was. But she was a princess. Just ask her.
This happens to me so frequently my D&D friends joke that I’m clearly the favored disciple of the god of driving.
I never personally understood the amount of focus people put on a good parking space. Unless it’s so bad that I have to park in an entirely different lot, I just can’t be bothered to care, and I see people getting so worked up over what is usually a minute or two max of walk time difference.
Obviously, some folks don’t walk so good and I’m not talking about that. It seems like the default behavior for even able-bodied drivers and it leads to fucking road rage incidents.
It’s a couple factors where I live:
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if you aren’t used to walking places because you live in a car dependent city and thus drive everywhere, walking feels bad, so people try to minimize it.
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parking lots usually lack shade so the asphalt bakes under the hot sun, making the walk feels extra bad after the nice cool car AC.
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parking lots and surrounding areas here typically have the bare minimum pedestrian accommodations, so walking is extra unpleasant.
3b) gotta watch out for cars that might hit you, or are belching out smelly exhaust, or radiating heat when you’re already sweating. Tolerable at best, and generally not at its best.
Basically, parking lots just suck to be in, so getting the least-sucky spot feels like a celebratory achievement.
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This is not pleasure, this is pain of not having public transport
I have a friend like that …
We’ll both be looking at something amazing, like fireworks, a magician, a street performer, a house fire, an air plane crash, a ufo has landed, or a mushroom cloud from a nuclear explosion … and even though he knows full well that the thing we’re looking at is so interesting that you can’t look away or ignore it, he will still tell me and others around us …
LOOK AT THAT!, JUST LOOK AT THAT, SEE???, LOOK AT IT!! … while nudging, holding, turning people at the shoulder and pointing manically … LOOK AT IT, LOOK, YOU SEE THAT?, LOOK!!! … even after you acknowledge him and tell him you’re looking at it … LOOK AT IT!, YOU SEE THAT! LOOK!!!
