For those of you working retail right now, I salute you.
We have a notoriously bad shopping area where traffic gets way backed up, and the parking lot was designed by a sadist on too many sedatives. It’s a long strip mall with a Target, Old Navy, Costco, Barnes and Noble, Best Buy, Gamestop, and a bunch of others. Guess how many ways there are to get out of there.
Go on. Guess.
4? Yeah right.
3? Well, if you count the way out by Costco’s fuel station, sure.
2? Yes. That’s it. You can get back onto the main road from either end of the strip mall. Even on a normal Saturday, these pathways can get clogged up. The day before Christmas Eve, you better own a tank.
I don’t. I own a ’99 Chevy Cavalier. It’s a 2-door. Nobody really notices me. I almost got hit trying to back out of a spot, which I guilted a pick-up truck driving lady into giving me space to do so. Then I almost get plowed over by a huge SUV from Tennessee who decided to go 40 mph down a side street to make it through the intersection before the traffic light changed. Ugh.
My mom and I traversed this No Man’s Land parking lot trying to locate a few gifts between Old Navy, Costco, and Target. Part of this journey was made while carrying a bouquet of flowers for Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow, because we were parked so far away from anything that it was too out of the way to drop off the bouquet.
NOT TO MENTION. At Trader Joe’s on the other side of town, it took me five minutes of driving around their tiny parking lot, dodging Mercedes Benzes and Volvos, to get a parking spot. Just to pick up one thing for the future in-laws (so it was important). To make it worthwhile, mom and I went into David’s Bridal so I could look at dresses.
Listen, I have pictures. But I’m going to be straight with you. I left my camera cord at school and our SD card reader thingy is missing. As soon as I figure out that hitch, the pictures will be up.
For now, festive Boo.