Parking Lot Purgatory

Have you ever come out of a store to find you can’t get into your car because of someone’s creative, freestyle parking? How many of you have had to perform the awkward over-the-center-console crawl? Why is it that parking lots so readily display some of the most unappealing aspects of society?

Hang on a sec while TDG takes a swig of his adult beverage…there…ahhh…that’s better! Parking lots, and writing about them, are two very stressful facets of TDG’s life.

One of the cultural aspects of driving is the concept of personal space (a three foot buffer, according to Mosby’s Medical Dictionary). Naturally, this applies to the confines of our car but it also extends to the area surrounding our vehicles. The root of all parking lot maladies boil down to matters of personal space and a couple of other undesirable societal traits.

Spoiler Alert!

Calling All Swingers

No, not those of you who Swing dance or fulfill your carnal desires by stretching the boundaries of marriage (though you still may be included). This is for our road brethren that swing wide whilst making turns — both to the left and right as a matter of directional, and political, correctness. The physical barriers and road striping aren’t swinging, why are you?

The topic of Swingers was on my extensive list of items to discuss and will be the first thanks to a near-paint-swapping incident this morning. So much inspiration out there…!