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Get Into My Car
Nov. 26th, 2002 09:43 amI was driving into work today at my usual pace (10 MPH over the limit which is usually how fast everyone else is going) listening to the DJs on the radio belt out a series of those "what's the difference between X and Y" jokes. Most of them I'd heard before but I was chucking along anyway. I was running a bit late but that usually doesn't bother me. We don't take attendance, there's no time clock, I fill out my own timesheet and everyone of authority has already left before I leave. What's a couple of minutes between friends, right?
So I'm tooling along the highway when I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a red Neon, bearing down on me. Had to be going 20 over or something. The Neon slowed down just shy of rear ending me and sat on my bumper the entire way into the parking lot. Perturbed but not indignant, I just drove to find my parking place.
Now, when I say "my parking place", I'm not referring to an assigned space. I just have a general location where I park that's out of the way enough that few people park there but is still fairly close to the entrance. So I turned into the lot, weaved through some parked cars and found a spot not to far from my preferred location (which is usually taken by people of a like mind who get to work earlier than I do). I listened to the radio for another minute til the commercials started then got out and began my trek into the building.
After walking across the parking lot and up the walkway to the building, I happened to look back. Lo and behold, my eyes caught the profile of a certain red Neon creeping through the lot trying to find a space close to the entrance. In the time it had taken me to find a spot, fart around in the car for a minute then walk all the way up the building, the bumper riding speed demon in the red Neon was still trying to find a spot.
I was tempted to run back to the parking lot to point and laugh but they wouldn't have understood and I was already running late. I still laughed out loud though.
So I'm tooling along the highway when I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a red Neon, bearing down on me. Had to be going 20 over or something. The Neon slowed down just shy of rear ending me and sat on my bumper the entire way into the parking lot. Perturbed but not indignant, I just drove to find my parking place.
Now, when I say "my parking place", I'm not referring to an assigned space. I just have a general location where I park that's out of the way enough that few people park there but is still fairly close to the entrance. So I turned into the lot, weaved through some parked cars and found a spot not to far from my preferred location (which is usually taken by people of a like mind who get to work earlier than I do). I listened to the radio for another minute til the commercials started then got out and began my trek into the building.
After walking across the parking lot and up the walkway to the building, I happened to look back. Lo and behold, my eyes caught the profile of a certain red Neon creeping through the lot trying to find a space close to the entrance. In the time it had taken me to find a spot, fart around in the car for a minute then walk all the way up the building, the bumper riding speed demon in the red Neon was still trying to find a spot.
I was tempted to run back to the parking lot to point and laugh but they wouldn't have understood and I was already running late. I still laughed out loud though.
