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My Parking Adventures

My Parking Adventures - Alice Kindred

My word do I ever hate parking my car on my way to work. I swear that once I pull into that multi-storey parking and start looking for a spot, the rules of the road no longer apply. People just seem to turn into animals and it's every man, woman and child for themselves when it comes time to do battle for any available spaces. I swear, working in the city has its perks but dealing with the daily fight in the parking lot is not my idea of a good time.

It seems to me that chivalry completely dies once your wheels hit the blacktop paving of the parking lot. I can’t even count the amount of times that I have pulled up to a space at the same time as a guy in another car, thinking my feminine charm would convince him to just let me have the space out of a sense of chivalry, only to see him immediately pull into the space before I’ve even had a chance to think and get out without even so much as a glance. It’s equality Jim, but not as we know it.

Yesterday morning was a particularly harsh example. It happened to me three times! I thought I’d spotted a choice slice of parking real estate practically as soon as I’d pulled into the parking lot. My luck was in as the space was literally right next to the pedestrian exit, making my journey just a little bit easier. I pulled up, began to reverse into the space and then it was gone, just like that. This time it was another woman who had just snuck in at the last second. Believe you me I had a few choice words for her on my way passing her. If there is one thing I’ve learned in the parking game is that you have to get in quickly and early if you are going to stand a chance.

Twice more on my travels I spotted a space only to have it snatched from my grasp at the very last second. I thought I was going to be spending my life on a blacktop paving until finally I got to the top level and snagged a space of my own. The journey to work may have been a bit longer than I had hoped for and I’m really not a fan of stairs, but I guess that’s the price you pay for working in a busy city.


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