please note that it is now the lunch hour, when I should be calm and cool but instead Qwest enough to write this post. I come to the park to sit in my car and quietly read or do other things to reset my brain, a few times a week. unfortunately I live in a place where it is too cold in the winter to do much more than that. In this beautiful park, full of nature’s bounty, there is a small parking lot for about 20 cars. there are never more than 5 or 6 cars in the lot so there is plenty of space for everyone to spread out.
Why, then, do the idiots all choose to park immediately next to each other and always right next to me no matter where I choose to go? I came here to be a way from people and to look at the trees. NOT to watch my co-worker over there rock out to Van Halen and hear every lyric and boomin base note, like it’s 1982 and we’re at a frat party. NOT to inhale second hand smoke from some dude’s 6th cigarette in half an hour because he’s not sure if he’ll ever get another break. NOT to listen to dogs bark because you left them in the car while you went for a walk - wait, who does that anyway, leaving the dogs in the car while you go for a walk without them? NOT to listen to and smell the fragrant diesel exhaust you choose to cough out all over nature and these poor animals. NOT to watch a hoochie make out with some man who just got out of a different car and into hers.
damnit people, is nothing sacred anymore? if I can’t get peace in a nature preserve I farking give up :mad:
Could you wait until they’re in place and then move your car, maybe?
I have nothing to offer, but I am curious what you typed that autocorrected to “Qwest.”
If either you or your neighbors back your car into a space, someone may have something other than serenity in mind. Parks are notorious gathering places for free lovin’. Any of them eyeballin’ you?
I’m having trouble figuring that out myself.
I’ve noticed this in parking lots, too - I’ll take a spot way out in the back 40 so I’ll be all by myself out there, and when I come back, there will be people parked all around me (but lots of empty spaces closer to the stores). It’s like people are sheep or something - they can’t do anything by themselves, but always have to follow the trail that someone else has blazed for them.
Me too. I think that people see a car there and think that they’ve found the acceptable place to park. Like you’ve given them permission.
I’d assume Qwest started as quiet, although I couldn’t find any variation that added the Qw - perhaps he works at Qwest/Century Link and it’s a corporate dictionary.
Hoochies? Start recording them with your cellphone and upload to the interwebs - make some money out of the deal.
Quest= some kind of convoluted auto correct version of “pissed”- go figure. Sorry.
“Qwest off” sounds like a mood Tweety Bird gets into.
But yeah, I know what you mean. Why people have to go to a public space and then be obnoxious to everyone in a 100-foot radius, I’ll never figure out.
Serenity now!
oops, dupes, sorry.
David Lee Roth = serenity
Sammy Haggar = disruption
Hoochies…whaddya gonna do?
…You get a WHOLE hour for lunch? Lucky.
If Qwest was spell-“corrected” from the word quiet, then I wonder if the OP was typing on a mobile device defaulted to a foreign language. I’ve tried setting mine to German, for example, and have run into that kind of problem.
Is this a parody thread of the trainwreck in the BBQPit about movie seats??
I’ve never been in the situation that the OP described, but I also like to have a quiet lunch hour. When I worked at Toys R Us, when I was having lunch (I usually tried to have lunch at a different time than the other workers, so I would have some peace) it seemed that there was always some other worker whose break time was at the same time as my lunch, and who had to use that time to have stupid annoying phone conversations that I was forced to listen to.
And now, at my school, I can’t have a quiet lunchtime because there are a bunch of other students who play soccer VERY LOUDLY in the gym, shrieking at the top of their lungs the whole time. Seriously, I wonder how they don’t get freaking sore throats.
I always leave work at lunch. I’ll find a nice quite place to sit in my car and read.
A while back, I found a nice tree to park under about 4 blocks from work. There were houses being built, but the banging wasn’t bad and the view was very nice. (It was summertime, the carpenters were all in shorts, tanned and buff.) I went there 2 or 3 times a week for months. Sometimes I’d bring a coworker. The view really was very nice.
Finally, one day I got there and the workers were waiting for me. They had finished “my” house and wanted to show it off. They had assumed that I was there so often because I was watching them build my first house and had gone the extra mile for me. I didn’t disabuse them, took the tour, said nice things and never went back.
Back when I worked at the credit union we could either eat at our desks, use the tiny, closet sized “lunch room”, or go home for lunch. I lived too far away to go home, and the closet made me claustrophobic, so I ate at my desk.
I went to lunch at the same time every day, and was clearly off the clock. Eating, nose in a book, sometimes even earbuds in.
Every damn day someone would come back to my desk and ask me something. I’d ask if it could wait until I got back from lunch. “Oh, are you at lunch? Sorry!” :smack:
Eddie Van Halen = eruption.
aaah. New job, new park, starting last week. So far so good, and now I at least have an office with a door, so if I choose to stay inside, I can hide. I’ll probably look like an asshole, but I will be blissfully alone for a whole hour.