Parking

Sorry to all my avid readers -- I don't know where the last week went! I worked, I ate, I slept...it was really nothing exciting.

Had to share the most ridiculous thing  that happened to me yesterday.

I was training at a high school and over our lunch break, the group had to move from one building to another. The coordinator asked me to follow him and he'd show me where to park. So, that's exactly what I did. Keep in mind, he saw where I parked and didn't say a word about it. I went in to get the room setup and after awhile he came in to say, "Well, there's good news and bad news. Good news: I know the teacher who did this and he's a really nice guy so I'll talk to him. Bad news: You parked in his spot." WHAT?!

He then said he'd go talk to him. A few minutes later, I was asked to go and move my car. Let me just say that I wasn't parked in the closest spot to the door or the spot for "teacher of the year" (they didn't even have that option), just a random spot among at least 30+ other available spots. 

As we walked to my car, the coordinator kept telling me what a nice guy this was.I'm still not convinced of this fact. When we got to the lot, there he was, sitting in his car while blocking mine in. So mature, right? He had his window down and said, "I just can't let this happen. I refuse to park in the handicapped spot (sidenote: Are you handicapped? Because if so, then that's a good spot for you.) and if I park in someone's spot, then they park in someone's spot and it snowballs. We can't have that." You would think me parking in his spot was forcing him to park 20 miles away, not immediately across the small grass median. 

I politely smiled, apologized, and moved my car. As we were walking in he hardly even acknowledged me or the fact that I didn't call him out for being ridiculous. I would have been fine with moving if the approach was better. Introduce yourself, thank me, explain "Oh I have a bad knee and this is the closest spot to my classroom," or tell me how you've parked there for 47 years and you have crazy OCD. But please, don't say "Oh, don't sweat. It's not a big deal. Everyone knows I park there." as we walk into the school. 

Sir, it's clearly a big deal. And I'm a VISITOR to your campus. Way to make a good impression.

I really, really, really wanted to leave him a note explaining the poor taste this incident put in my mouth, but in the words of my mother, I chose to "rise above."

Wish I had this sign close by to cement behind his car, blocking him in: