Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I have parking issues.
I never really realized how petty I was about parking until I got married.
When we go to the store and the mister is driving, he pulls into the lot and takes the first spot. The first spot! It doesn't matter to him if we have to walk two miles to get to the store-- he just parks.
It drives me insane!!!
When I approach a store parking lot I look for two things; First, where is the door to the store located and second, where is the nearest cart corral (if applicable).
I have been known to circle the isles looking for the perfect spot and not stopping until I am completely satisfied. Don't judge me-- it's worth the circling time.
This drives the mister insane!!
He'll tell me, "Just park already-- Geez!"
I have a few reasons for my parking O.C.D. My main problem is that it was genetically programed into me by my mother. I know this for a fact because she and my sisters suffer from the same parking disease. (My Dad sides with the mister on this one of course.)
When I was younger and I would go shopping with my mom she would have a certain area that she parked in every time we went to the store. When we go to the Southridge Mall she always parks by the far end of Boston Store-- ALWAYS. I physically cannot go to that mall without parking in that same area. It applies to so many of our regular spots-- I even veer to her parking areas at Target for crying out loud.
When I got older and factored in the kids, I never wanted to walk too far with a baby carrier or an independent waddling toddler. I wanted to be close to the cart corral so I wouldn't have to leave my kids in the car alone.
Now I have the habit ingrained in me. I just can't stop! It's a disease I tell you!
If there happens to be a chance when I get the very first spot-- OH MOMMA! I'm in parking nirvana! I almost want someone to come pick me up so I can keep the first spot forever.
Clearly, I have parking issues.
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