A parked car never pulls out
I don’t own a car, but I tend to find myself driving them quite frequently.
I’ve been car-sitting for a friend for a few weeks now, and today, we used the car to go to the museum.
As we approached in our car, I spotted a group of three young adults unlocking their car and getting inside. I kindly pulled up just behind them, leaving them plenty of room to get out, and put my right blinker on.
But they proceeded to do what I find people doing ALL OVER THE FREAKIN’ PLACE. They got in and just sat there.
They sat there and sat there and sat there. They were in there long enough for us to contemplate saying something. “Should we pull up beside them and ask them if they’re leaving?” I asked. “I’ll just get out of the car and ask them,” my companion suggested.
Then the backseat passenger turned his head in the first acknowledgment of our presence. So I mimed Are you leaving?, to which I think he mimed back Yes.
It’s one of those things, of little consequence in the long run, but in the heat of the moment pisses me off, and for good reason. My reason is also why I feel justified in writing about it here.
It’s inconsiderate. Period.
Just like doubling up on the escalator is inconsiderate. Just like taking forever when you’re at the register and a mile-long line is queued up behind you is inconsiderate. Ditto spending five years filling up your gas tank, or worse, not pulling up to the second pump when there are two.
Okay, my rant is finished. Happy New Year.
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December 29th, 2005 at 10:38 pm
I hate it, too. Which is why when I, on rare occasion need to go sit in my car for a little bit on a crowded street (hah! not in Somerville), I always try to sneak in from the sidewalk side into the passenger seat.
I try to minimize the damage, at least :)