I can see doing it when it’s crowded, but not when it’s not. The exception might be if I go to the mall at night alone. I do try to park as close to the store as possible.
The one and only time I worked in retail, I used to sit in my car and read during my break.
I’d always look up and have someone waiting for the space even when I wasn’t sitting in the drivers seat. When I tried to wave that I wasn’t leaving they’d give me a dirty look, and this was in a parking lot that was half full.
I don’t get it unless it’s really cold out. My husband is the other extreme. I need my hiking boots when I shop with him.
I do the same thing when followed by vehicular stalkers.
When I’m getting into my car with packages and someone stops to wait for the space, I won’t dawdle (the way some folks procrastinate you wonder if they just can’t bear to give up a good spot). On the other hand I won’t just toss stuff into the back and peel out without getting my seat belt on and drink stowed, just so Mr. Impatient doesn’t have to wait an extra 30 seconds.
Well, the fire certainly isn’t a row over and maybe back a little. Maybe you should get an umbrella. The amount of extra walking (THE HORROR!) is likely to be maybe 10% more of your journey. Patience indeed.
I once told the story about being stuck for ten minutes in a Sam’s Club parking aisle because some bozo decided to wait while another car was getting a jump start.
And yes, there were plenty of other parking spaces around.
Waiting is OK, but ONLY if traffic can get past you. If you are blocking traffic, then no waiting. If you’re not blocking traffic, you can wait there for hours as far as I care.
Yep, and you are one of those parking lot sense of entitlement morons that fucks up the program and irritates the shit out of people. But of course you don’t care.
Move your ass and park five more spaces down, dipshit.
Yep. Why do people have this terrible phobia of walking? I’m an inherently lazy person, yet I still enjoy walking. But being lazy isn’t the opposite of being impatient. I am both. I don’t like being held up by useless dipshits, and I enjoy overtaking the queue of dickheads queuing for “prestige” parking spaces on the first basement level near the shopping centre entrance, just spinnig the car down to Basement Level %, them walking back up the stairs (or catching the lift) and seeing the same people queued up, no closer to getting a spot.
Little things like a walk across a parking lot from a far-flung parking spot don’t bother me at all. In fact it’s a welcome chance to catch my breath between the humdrum of driving in traffic and the humdrum of dealing with the same arseholes in the mall.
Plus, when you do park a bit away from the front, you can get in your car and easily leave the lot, not having to run the gauntlet of blocking aisle dickheads.
I have a retired nun friend who prays to St. Joseph for parking spaces. Of course, she’s a Sister of St. Joseph, so he provides her with all kinds of stuff. I tried it myself once: Heading off to a Mother’s Day Brunch and not fnding any spaces open anywhere for blocks around, I was teasing my son by suggesting that I should pray to St. Joseph, so I uttered one request to his scoffing, we turned the corner, and voilà! There was a parking space right outside the door of the restaurant we were going to.
So apparently he’s my patron saint of parking spaces, too.
That could very well be it. I wondered if it was St. Anthony (he helps with lost things, right?) but I do have another aunt who is an SSJ, so that makes sense. Sort of.
I have never understood the need of some p…people to park so close. I have seen humans circle the lot for 20 minutes in order to park close. It shames me to say that one of these humans is genetically close to me.
I got two good legs. I don’t really have to carry anything from the store, as they will lend the use of a cart. Walking an extra hundred feet, or evan a hundred yards isn’t a hardship of any kind. Why all the fuss??
Don’t* even *get me started on the dipshits who can’t walk an extra twenty feet to put said carts in the corral. Instead, they leave them crammed between the spaces, or just abandon them wherever, allowing a good gust of wind to roll them into other people’s cars.
About vehicular stalking - mostly I agree, except for my college, where often there is no parking available and the only way to get a spot is to catch someone leaving. But since everyone suffers equally, this has also turned into a good way to get a ride to your car in exchange for your spot. Comes in handy when you’re parked 20 walking minutes from the school.
Georgia Southern had that same problem when I attended school there. We used to arrive 20 minutes before our classes started so we could follow other students to their cars to get any kind of parking place. We all had lots of parking tickets, too, from parking in dormitory parking or in spaces we “made” because of lack of parking.
The college had little to no parking for off-campus students and there was nowhere to park off-campus close enough to walk to school.