Life’s a parking lot and then you die.
\nIf it isn’t some idiot taking driving lessons
\non his cell phone who cuts you off
\nor drives into the space you’re waiting for,
\nthen it’s some old guy taking a nap
\nbehind you in his idling SUV while you’re
\ntrying to back out. I could go on.<\/p>\n
There are polite people in parking lots
\nso social theorists say. I am sure
\nthat the guy who originally painted
\nthe lines to mark the spaces thought so,
\nbecause he didn’t leave enough room
\nfor anybody but a grass snake
\nto exit without scratching the paint
\non the heirloom limousine beside me.<\/p>\n
Ideally, when I enter a mall parking lot,
\nI will find a drive-through space
\nso that I can leave it moving forward.
\nMy experience exiting in reverse
\nhas been that someone else will
\nback into my path after I look behind
\nbut before I start reversing.<\/p>\n
My grandson understands irony.
\nHe gets that it’s a reverse idea.
\nBy that logic, cell phones, old
\nguys in SUVs, parking lot planners, and
\nthe whole parking lot experience is
\nironical. But that’s life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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