We clock in and out every day.  So most of the people in that garage are in a hurry to park and get in to the time clock.  MOST of the people.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been in a line in the garage twenty cars deep.  The cause?  Someone thinks someone else is about to pull out and GOSH, they are closest to the door of the hospital!  GOTTA GET THAT SPOT!  After all, why move along, find a space higher up and take the elevator?  That would be maybe thirty steps extra!

So having twenty angry cars behind you is a small price to pay, no?   And having twenty people clock in late and therefore have to stay late is worth those thirty steps, correct?  Of course the person who is potentially leaving the space is fiddling in their car, turning on their cell phone, messing with papers and putting on lipstick.  Even the guys.

But yesterday was an even better one.  Not quite as good as the car that was hit, but almost.  The top of the garage was covered in snow last week and subsequently plowed.  In the areas that held piles of snow, there were barriers put up as well as yellow caution tape.  The spots that were filled with snow were roped off – no parking please.

But some people are better than others.  And can make any spot they want.  See if you can figure out who thinks they are more important than anyone else?  I smell “rule breaker,” don’t you?

I don’t know.  Maybe they were stuck behind a thirty-step person and were simply fed up.  Or maybe they had a bathroom emergency from too many coffees?  But most likely, judging from the very-expensive-car-that-is-immaculate-even-with-the-snow-on-the-roads, it is probably a MORE IMPORTANT PERSON THAN ME.  I bow in their general direction.