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I'm sure this has been discussed/fumed over many times before. Of course I'm not talking about 'parking' so much as 'abandonment'.
This morning's journey to the supermarket for my weekly shop took longer than usual because of inconsiderate parking. Cars parked too closely on opposite sides of a not very wide road meant that a lorry was struggling to get through. Even with my help to guide him past the cars on one side with mm to spare, it took a while. But not to worry, because the last driver to park there will have saved a couple of seconds of walking time by not thinking about anyone else!
When I eventually arrived at the supermarket I parked, as usual, well away from the throngs near the entrance in an attempt to minimise door dings. Also as usual, I parked at the far end of a row so that I could keep the nearside close to the edge, leaving plenty space on the driver's side just in case an insecure driver still felt the need to go into the adjacent space instead of one of the dozens of others nearby that were free. When I came back with my trolley full of shopping all those empty spaces were still there, except for the Fiat 500 parked right next to me - straddling the white line!!
There was enough room between the Fiat's offside and the right parking space line to fit in another one. Thankfully I'm not grossly overweight and managed to squeeze in. But why oh why can't people judge where they're parking?
Another incident was a couple of weeks ago when I dropped my wife off at Gatwick when she went to visit her parents for a few days. I knew it was futile to look for a parking space well away from everyone else, so I just went into the first one I saw. It happened to be fairly close to the pedestrian exit to the terminal. When I returned a little later a car was parked half across the back of my car whilst a guy was loading cases. An empty parking space was opposite. When he saw me open my car he said he wouldn't be long. I suggested (nicely - honest) that he only had to move his car forward a little and I could get out. He merely shouted back at me that he wouldn't be long. I settled into my car and waited, but saw in my mirrors that he wasn't making any effort to load the remaining cases any faster. So I started the engine and blipped the throttle a couple of times to give him the benefit of the glorious sound of 3.5 litres of V6 from two exhausts. No help of course! He eventually finished fiddling with the cases before slowly removing his coat and carefully folding it before placing it in with the bags and closing the boot. Then a snail overtook him as he sauntered towards the driver's door and slowly lowered himself into his seat. After fiddling with I've no idea what he pulled on his seatbelt then started up and eventually drove off.
And this is what they're like BEFORE they get behind the wheel!
This morning's journey to the supermarket for my weekly shop took longer than usual because of inconsiderate parking. Cars parked too closely on opposite sides of a not very wide road meant that a lorry was struggling to get through. Even with my help to guide him past the cars on one side with mm to spare, it took a while. But not to worry, because the last driver to park there will have saved a couple of seconds of walking time by not thinking about anyone else!
When I eventually arrived at the supermarket I parked, as usual, well away from the throngs near the entrance in an attempt to minimise door dings. Also as usual, I parked at the far end of a row so that I could keep the nearside close to the edge, leaving plenty space on the driver's side just in case an insecure driver still felt the need to go into the adjacent space instead of one of the dozens of others nearby that were free. When I came back with my trolley full of shopping all those empty spaces were still there, except for the Fiat 500 parked right next to me - straddling the white line!!
There was enough room between the Fiat's offside and the right parking space line to fit in another one. Thankfully I'm not grossly overweight and managed to squeeze in. But why oh why can't people judge where they're parking?Another incident was a couple of weeks ago when I dropped my wife off at Gatwick when she went to visit her parents for a few days. I knew it was futile to look for a parking space well away from everyone else, so I just went into the first one I saw. It happened to be fairly close to the pedestrian exit to the terminal. When I returned a little later a car was parked half across the back of my car whilst a guy was loading cases. An empty parking space was opposite. When he saw me open my car he said he wouldn't be long. I suggested (nicely - honest) that he only had to move his car forward a little and I could get out. He merely shouted back at me that he wouldn't be long. I settled into my car and waited, but saw in my mirrors that he wasn't making any effort to load the remaining cases any faster. So I started the engine and blipped the throttle a couple of times to give him the benefit of the glorious sound of 3.5 litres of V6 from two exhausts. No help of course! He eventually finished fiddling with the cases before slowly removing his coat and carefully folding it before placing it in with the bags and closing the boot. Then a snail overtook him as he sauntered towards the driver's door and slowly lowered himself into his seat. After fiddling with I've no idea what he pulled on his seatbelt then started up and eventually drove off.
And this is what they're like BEFORE they get behind the wheel!
