Warning - Rant Ahead:
I'm concerned about the syndrome that I've seen increasing in frequency lately - okay, twice in the past week, but still. Why, when you are waiting for someone to back out of a space in a full parking lot they go into s...l...o...w........m...o...t...i...o...n? Let's call it the I've-got-your-space-neener-neener syndrome (IGYSNN for short).
Last week, my BFF and I were in a crowded beach parking lot - not one space. We spy a guy and his kid walking toward their SUV and ask if they are leaving. Yes, comes the reply...on goes our blinker and we sit. We sit blinking while he shakes out all of the towels. We blink while he wipes the sand out of every orifice of his kid. Then, he takes his kid's shoes and starts banging them on the bumper to get the sand out. We blink while he tries to swat the sand out of the back of his car. FINALLY, this OCD poster-boy starts to get into the car. We blink, and sigh - at last. Wait, wait...he gets out of the car and sits on the back bumper, takes off each of his shoes and wipes every last grain of sand off his feet. By this time, my BFF was about to ram her car into his kneecaps, and I have to say I would have cheered her on. After 13 minutes (not kidding, 13 minutes), he waves as he drives off. Textbook case of IGYSNN.
Today, the locale was a crowded supermarket lot. Found a couple loading the car with groceries, waved to them, pulled to the side and started blinking. They load the car, and instead of leaving the cart tipped up into the planter box like normal people, their case of IGYSNN demands that they actually walk the cart all the way across the vast parking lot and leave it lovingly in the rack in front of the store. Then they laugh and gesture on the long walk back to the car. I hope their ice cream melted.
On this date: In 1970, the first Earth Day.