Parking on Wednesday....and this morning.

Yesterday was no fun getting out of the BART parking lot, so today I decided to park in the front and newly paved parking lot.

I had to kill time yesterday before going to my 6pm appointment to get my new specs (took all of 5 minutes of me putting them on, looking at myself, wondering if my specs were really that wide the first time I tried them on, the girl taking them away and chatting up a fellow male co-worker in the back room while I sat staring at myself in the mirror wondering if I should brush my hair or just let it continue to run amuck and finally her coming back with my glasses, me putting them back on, saying they're fine and then leaving -- this I had to make an appointment for), so I decided I would go to the Hub shopping center to look for two things: a mirror to put in our hallway or a woobie. If you've seen Mr. Mom, then you know what a woobie is. If you haven't, go google it and the first site that comes up will give you your answer (cool beans! -- for mom). Everyone has a woobie, they just may not know it. Even my cat has a woobie.

I thought that I could drive all the way across the back parking lot to Walnut, but when I walked to my car yesterday, I realized I couldn't. I would have to turn left onto Mowry and head that way to the Hub. As I got closer to my car, I noticed a lady was getting into the car next to mine. I walked behind her car to mine when I saw that she wasn't even trying to not hit my car with her door -- it was shoved right into the side of my poor little car (which has suffered its fair share of bumps and bruises because of the BART parking lot -- who knew my car was really black underneath the paint?). I sighed and continued to the driver's side of my car. I sighed again. The idiot who parked next to me on that side must of had a rough morning or was drunk or wild raccoons got loose in his/her car or something -- not quite sure, but they were crazily tilted (not in my benefit, of course) and parked really close to my car. So, I had to be the lady that just left, and I opened my door and let it rest against idiot person's car door while I got in. I had a real reason, though. I did! (If no one else was around, I would have gladly given the idiot car a few whacks with my door -- for good measure -- but there was a man getting into the car right in front of me).

And because I didn't plan where I parked very well, I had to go all the way up the aisle, turn left, go all the way down that aisle until I could make my way to Mowry. I told myself not to do this to myself tomorrow. After a million and a half years of driving what should have been a 5-minute drive, I finally got to the Hub. I had to wait at almost all the lights and at one of them during two cycles. I killed my time, got my specs and went home. Didn't buy a mirror or a woobie.

I told myself to park in the front today so I can get to Walnut and make my drive home a bit easier. Since I don't know the lay of the land, and I had a bunch of loony drivers behind me that did, I got nervous and I kept driving until I hit the carpool area of the parking lot. Oh well, I thought, I went to far. I turned right and almost passed it! The last parking spot for the regular BART folk! Take that, loonies who were driving behind me like I was an 80-year old lady. I had to walk even farther today, and I'm starting to regret parking there because I'm not even sure if I'll be able to get into the lane I'll need to be in on Walnut when I leave, plus when I got to the platform and looked down, there was a ton of parking in the back parking lot -- which may have been a better choice. And closer. I am lazy, you know. So who knows what tomorrow will bring.