The silly Season has begun in earnest, cars driving around shopping centre car-parks bustling for pole position.
I lie in wait (well not really lying as that’s hard to do if you’re driving) waiting for a weary, frazzled shopper laden with bags to return to their car. If they can find it that is. Then it’s time to pounce like a lion stalking their prey.
Rally driving skills (not that I have any) come into play.
Like a mad
man woman possessed I hit the accelerator, ducking and weaving other weary shoppers, like I am driving a dodgem car and pull up behind the unsuspecting victim (weary shopper laden with bags) and wait for them to pack their goodies into their boot.
Then casually as if the good car parking fairy had designated this very spot for me alone, I take my place.
- Yes I will get flustered.
- Yes I will think how hard is it to find a car-park?
- Yes I will curse under my breath and out loud that I hate Christmas shopping.
It’s all meant to be peaceful, serene, good will to men isn’t it??
No it’s every
man woman for themselves out there in the car- park battle for supremacy.
To think the ‘fun’ has only just begun..
I wish you well oh fellow shoppers, in your quest to find your spot. I wish you peaceful shopping expeditions, where you’re not jostling amongst a thousand other stressed out adults and children, wishing that they had stayed at home.
I hope that you can park your car without having to lurk and to show good manners and grace when a driver cuts you off or pinches YOUR spot.
I tried to start shopping early before the frenzy and crowds overtook the centres, but it seems early is never early enough!
May The Force be With You