The Parking Nightmare

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The Parking Nightmare

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Beep, beep, beep! Your alarm goes off at the ripe time of 4 A.M., and you’re rushing to get out of the house.

You know you only have so much time before all the parking spots are taken. Driving as fast as you can, without getting arrested for wreckless driving, you pull into the school parking lot only to see what you feared the most: a lot full of endless cars mocking your efforts to find a spot, and it’s only 6:15!

Suddenly, you see one spot, just one spot left about ten yards from where you are. You race over there and before you can even put your blinker on to claim the spot as yours, some maniac in a gigantic truck comes out of no where and pulls in from the other side.

That’s right, they stole your spot. Grrrr.

It takes everything in you to not march up to their window and screech at them for stealing your spot. Instead, you swallow your bitterness and drive to the all too familiar “overflow” and find a spot some where near the middle.

To think you did everything you could have to find a decent spot and you’re still stuck with having to park a good mile away from school, at least that’s what the walk into school will feel like.

Not only is the walk far, but this time of year it’s usually about 34 degrees outside, which adds to this glorious morning. A slow trudge through the frigid air is all you can muster. It’s one of the most grueling things you’ve ever done.

While you’re walking, you see the person that stole your spot. They are sitting in their car toasty warm and only have a short walk in to school, compared to your twenty minute hike. Eye contact is exchanged and your look of pure malice is more prominent then ever.

Once you have made it into school, a warm blast of air  sweeps over your face and then you realize: You have to make that same journey again this afternoon.

 

 

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