St. Dickolas
It's the holiday season and that means one thing: shopping. Everyone and their mother is out at the mall or retail store. This also means that normally wide open parking lots are full to the ends of the aisles; and with full aisles comes cars creeping along looking for an open spot or someone about to pull out.
So with all these cars creeping along looking for spaces, you get the occasional car stalker. By this I mean there is that car that slowly follows you as you walk down the aisle to your car, finally putting on the flashers when you reach the car, waiting to take your space. For me, I detest these people. I don't know what it is. Laziness? Stalking? I don't know, but I do have a fun and easy way to deal with it. I simply walk down the wrong aisle to the approximate depth of my car, then cross over between rows to where my car is. The stalking cars will follow slow behind you, then as they see you cross over, will usually stop for a brief second, look around a bit, then peel off and try to find another spot. I find this highly amusing, despite it's contradiction in embodying the spirit of the season. Screw it, I say. The holidays are so full of unwarranted pressure and stress, that little things that can make you laugh are welcomed.
Just thought I'd share this little tip. But don't do this if you've parked near the end of the aisle and the stalker car can just whip around the corner and brandish the full parking lot rage.
On a side note, I have added a 'reactions' bar at the bottom of these posts, where you can click and agree, disagree or just say 'who cares?'. I appreciate the feedback, if only to steer what I bitch about next.
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