For those who follow my blog or know me personally, you know I live in a small town. Our liquor store is an over-sized log cabin that can be accessed by land or by water. Because we host a large percentage of the city’s population in the summer, our LCBO is a bustling metropolis at the slowest of times. Cars line the two-lane black top to be able to pull off the road into the parking lot for their chance at a desired parking spot. For those unlucky enough to be a few minutes too late, we wait in line for the next available spot.
Today I was first in that wait line. I pulled into the lot, waited patiently on the side of the entrance, and watched a few happy customers as they left the store with their familiar brown bags. As I was looking at their contented faces heading towards their BMW’s and Lexi (Muskoka plural for Lexus’), a beat up pick up truck, paying no heed to the rule of the line-up, ignored me patiently waiting for a spot as if I were invisible, passed my on my driver’s side and decided to create its own “parking spot”, conveniently blocking a total of four vehicles from exiting their soon-to-be-vacant actual parking spots.
The driver of the truck got out, acknowledged my car waiting to park, also acknowledged the woman in the Lexus trying to exit her space, shrugged and made his way into the store. I’ve seen my share of selfish moves since Toronto moved North for the summer but this one truly angered me. This guy saw me waiting for a spot, saw the Lexus driver (and, potentially, two other cars) waiting to exit and blatantly sauntered across the macadam into the store as if the rest of the world did not even exist. I was speechless, apart from a few well-placed expletives.
I am a patient person. If you are in a rush, I am the first to let you go ahead of me to help you in your quest. But if your quest is to be the most arrogant and uncaring person in town, count me out. I only wish I had the foresight to take down your license plate number so I could rat you out in a more personal way.