There are few things worse than a backseat driver (or passenger-driver). Well, one of the things that could be worse is a lazy and naggy backseat driver.
There are some (and if you are one of them, I dare not apologize) that will circle a parking lot for ten or so minutes searching for that one parking spot that is close to the entrance. And if someone is walking to their car and has a prime spot, these same people will stalk the person all the way to their vehicle and wait for that one spot.
Why can’t people pull into a parking lot and just park? Parking isn’t a contest, and it’s not a case of, “Look, I parked close so I am cool.” Granted, there were times I got lucky and found a spot right up front and felt a nice feeling inside that might have been joy, but that is besides the point. On a busy day at the store, I park in the back. If someone is with me, then that person can either suck it up and walk, or take a nice long walk home. Either way, someone is walking.
With all of the weight problems in this country, it just seems that parking far away is good exercise. I don’t care if it’s raining, snowing, or raining down asteroids — I will still park wherever I find a parking spot, even if it’s in the back.
And some of these people don’t even bother to search for a parking spot. They just occupy a spot in the fire lane and expect all of the other vehicles to go around them. And then when I see that all the occupants are grossly overweight, I just shake my head and say, “It figures.”
My advice? Just park the damn car. If it’s raining, bring a raincoat or umbrella. If it’s snowing, bring a jacket. If the wife is pregnant, leave her at home so she can rest. If it is raining asteroids, it might be best to find some kind of bunker. Just park and get some exercise.
An exception to my above rant is for handicapped people and pregnant women. Hopefully the selfish parkers didn’t take your reserved spot at the front.