The elephant behind the palm tree...
Generally, when I go to the store in the RV, I try to be courteous enough to park out of the way from main stream traffic… But, most times, I kinda feel like the elephant that’s trying to hide behind a tree…
Most times, I’ll park at the end of a row, but only being 32 feet long, I usually go into a pull through and take two spaces, end to end, instead of parking width-wise across five parking spots…, (which usually leads to some nut parking in the next spot in front AND back, trying to box me in…)
So, today, (Sunday), I get the coach to do some work on it and, of course, misses sends me out with a “honey dew” list... I get the coach, find a spot to park… get my groceries… only to come out to see some old guy walking around the coach, as if I parked too close to his 1988 beater pickup truck… you know, the one with the fender hanging on by rust…
Well, as I get into conversation range… I say… “Wadda ya think? Pretty nice huh? (thinking he was admiring my coach..) DO you like it…?” And, he says… “Who do you guys, with these big friggin’ motor homes, think you are taking up two spaces in the middle of the parking lot?!?” I looked around, thinking I was in the front of the lot by the door… and for a second, I was taken aback by his reply…
But, I thought for a minute and said… “Oh, you must be one of those grumpy old guys that gripes about people parking motorcycles in a car parking spaces too… aren’tcha…?”
He didn’t reply, he only walked back to his old, beat up Chevy sedan that was parked in the handicap space half a parking lot away…
Geeze, some people are never happy unless they’re complaining!!!
Most times, I’ll park at the end of a row, but only being 32 feet long, I usually go into a pull through and take two spaces, end to end, instead of parking width-wise across five parking spots…, (which usually leads to some nut parking in the next spot in front AND back, trying to box me in…)
So, today, (Sunday), I get the coach to do some work on it and, of course, misses sends me out with a “honey dew” list... I get the coach, find a spot to park… get my groceries… only to come out to see some old guy walking around the coach, as if I parked too close to his 1988 beater pickup truck… you know, the one with the fender hanging on by rust…
Well, as I get into conversation range… I say… “Wadda ya think? Pretty nice huh? (thinking he was admiring my coach..) DO you like it…?” And, he says… “Who do you guys, with these big friggin’ motor homes, think you are taking up two spaces in the middle of the parking lot?!?” I looked around, thinking I was in the front of the lot by the door… and for a second, I was taken aback by his reply…
But, I thought for a minute and said… “Oh, you must be one of those grumpy old guys that gripes about people parking motorcycles in a car parking spaces too… aren’tcha…?”
He didn’t reply, he only walked back to his old, beat up Chevy sedan that was parked in the handicap space half a parking lot away…
Geeze, some people are never happy unless they’re complaining!!!
