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Some people just have no brains . . . or manners.
I pull into the parking lot at work. Finding a good spot isn't hard in the mid afternoon, when I arrive to work (I teach evenings in the Fall). So I pull in.
Just as I'm opening my car door, a student in our LPN program comes between my car and the one to my left (which is hers). I had to hurriedly pull my door closed to keep from hitting her.
Oblivious to me, she opens her car and takes her sweet time packing her stuff in her car, while I wait impatiently.
Then she sits in the drivers seat. You would think that she would close the door so I could get out. You would think she'd close it, and turn over the engine to go home.
You'd think that . . . but you'd be wrong.
She sat in the driver's seat, with the door still open, to open a water bottle and take a big swig.
Oh, hell no. I'm not waiting for you to get around to leaving.
I tap my finger on my window and call out, "Hey! Can I get out, please?"
She finally notices me and closes her car door so I can get out.
I'm out lickety split (just grabbed my backpack and I'm out). I get up the steps to the building. She's still sitting there.
Man, I'm glad I said something. I'd have missed class at that rate.
I pull into the parking lot at work. Finding a good spot isn't hard in the mid afternoon, when I arrive to work (I teach evenings in the Fall). So I pull in.
Just as I'm opening my car door, a student in our LPN program comes between my car and the one to my left (which is hers). I had to hurriedly pull my door closed to keep from hitting her.
Oblivious to me, she opens her car and takes her sweet time packing her stuff in her car, while I wait impatiently.
Then she sits in the drivers seat. You would think that she would close the door so I could get out. You would think she'd close it, and turn over the engine to go home.
You'd think that . . . but you'd be wrong.
She sat in the driver's seat, with the door still open, to open a water bottle and take a big swig.
Oh, hell no. I'm not waiting for you to get around to leaving.
I tap my finger on my window and call out, "Hey! Can I get out, please?"
She finally notices me and closes her car door so I can get out.
I'm out lickety split (just grabbed my backpack and I'm out). I get up the steps to the building. She's still sitting there.
Man, I'm glad I said something. I'd have missed class at that rate.