We've all seen these people.
Maybe you are even one of them.
You are trying to head home after a rather crowded and arduous day walking about, milling about and shopping, but your progress is hindered in the parking lot as you and three other drivers (one of them leaving just like you, and two of them just arriving to the parking lot) are stalled in said parking lot waiting for the driver of the comparably large vehicle to successfully maneuver into position to finally back into the only open parking space for three rows that happens to be in between a Volkswagen Beetle and a family van that has every so barely grazed the left outer edge of its parking space with its left rear tire.
I don't have an issue with waiting for anyone to park. I also understand the task it can be to find a suitable spot to store my vehicle in while I scour shelves for the latest bargain books or the freezer section for ice cream sales. I do have an issue with people who make the simple task of stopping their car within the plainly painted lines an event equal in intensity to the final round of an Olympic figure-skating competition.
We are so impressed and so glad you can engage the Reverse Gear in your vehicle and appropriately glance in each side-mirror at alternating intervals while at the same time applying just the correct amount of pressure of the accelerator with your foot - and into a regulation size parking space between two previously parked and stationary vehicles. My, my, my. That is a noteworthy accomplishment.
These people park their vehicles this way even when the parking lot is not crowded. But we who are behind them searching for parking spaces still do have to wait to move any further in our journey until their pirouette is complete. What could have been a slightly sharp turn to the left or right followed by a stern application of the brakes finished up with a backward turn of the key out of the ignition that would have taken three or four seconds becomes a thirty second escapade, and even longer if the driver truly is inside an Escapade.
There have to be reasons for this parking behavior. I can't believe they would all risk the inconvenience of their trunks, tailgates, hatch backs and rear doors being blocked by someone parking in the space behind them forwards or backwards. The only guaranteed mostly-open areas around the vehicles in a parking lot are the parking lot lanes themselves - parking front-bumper first into a parking space ensures the rear of your vehicles will be available for full access when you return. Perhaps these drivers don't like to back out of parking spaces, so they allay those fears by backing into them. Maybe these drivers wish to show the front of their vehicles off to the world and not the back ends, but that all depends on which angle the audience approaches the vehicle doesn't it? Maybe they want others to think the vehicle was not driven to the parking lot at all and instead dropped in place via an anti-gravity ray, but there is no more power left in the Vertex crystals on the mothership for a return zap of the ray.
I finally think I understand the motives of these drivers. Their motive must be for safety's sake. If something important/ vital/earth-shattering/universe-bending should happen after they park their vehicles and leave them in the parking lot, they will be the first ones able to drive out of their spaces and toward safety because they will not be caught up in any of the backing up of their vehicle anyone else will be involved in. This will give them a second or two jump on the rest of us.
Yes, I will have to re-think my parking habits.
I will have to re-evaluate how I temporarily store my vehicle while I am in the bookstore because I would hate to get left behind as we all flee the Apocalypse.
The royal baby was born July 22, 2013.
Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge.
His name was quite the fussed about thing. This may help explain some of the whys and hows it is what it is.
Prince George's birth is a big deal and is also a pretty neat thing as history and culture goes. We Americans watch English royalty with eyes, hearts and cameras like poparazzi. Nothing gets us as fired up and hawking glances at the television or internet like an English royal marriage, English royal birth, English royal scandal or royal….well, you know. I was one of the zillions of us here in the states who got out of bed early on Wednesday July 29, 1981 to watch as much as I could of Charles and Diana’s wedding before I had to bus off to school. All I remember seeing is a line of snazzy horse-draw carriages heading down the road.
The king of Belgium, King Albert II, abdicated his throne on July 21, 2013.
The kingdom was passed on to his son Phillipe and his wife Mathilde who became king and queen of Belgium.
I have not once seen a photo of the new king and his wife - and not a photo of King Albert, either. No fuss was made over the names Phillipe and Mathilde, which if you ask me, are very darn neat and appropriate sounding names for a king and queen. I know my television wasn’t tuned in to get the latest update on the royal situation in Belgium and my Google search was not triggered to fire off to look for breaking news on the ancestral significance of the name Phillipe. And can you get more regal sounding monarch name than Queen Mathilde?
There probably was not a lot buzz when you were born, comparatively.
There was not a lot of buzz when I was born, comparatively.
No 24-hour cable news services had posted reporters at the hospital room door. No flashbulbs (remember them?) were in place and ready to blink off the moment your face or mine first came into view. No one made a fuss over your name or mine - well, except maybe an aunt or uncle on one side of the family or other who had hoped one of the family’s elder statesman/woman would have gotten a fair nod and you or I would have been named Alice Marie or Dudley Thigpen.
Most all of us were treated very much like Phillipe and Mathlide.
Something happened with our parents, we arrived on the scene; our arena of influence was very important to us and had been so for a long while; the people within our area of influence had been impacted by our parents and were now affected by us; we were also very much affected by those around us who had been present for quite some time; we grew to influence those who grew up or moved into our arena; and we carried on the best we all could but hardly anyone outside of our arena even noticed.
Phillipe and Mathilde.
George Alexander Louis.
When you were born you carried on your family’s line for as far back as you can know it and even further back into where you don’t. You became the important link between your parents and theirs and theirs and the grandchildren who will come after and after and after you. All who were previous worked together to make you. All who come after will all have just that much a part of you in them and without you they would not be at all who they will someday be.
You have impacted history in the reverse and in the forward.
You have helped to realize the hopes of those before you who only wanted to make a good life and the world a better place.
You have helped build the realities of the future in those who come after you who will bring just that much more good things into the world.
Without you, the world would not be place it is, the place it was and the place it will be.
You may feel and think yourself a Phillipe or Mathlide because the rest of the world sees you that way.
But to you, yours and those who know you, you much more resemble George Alexander Louis.
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