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Parking lot karma

I picked the lad up after a play at school last night and then it was off to the grocery store so he could pick up some supplies for a marshal party this morning. The asst. principal handed him a crisp $20 bill yesterday and told him to go nuts...but be sure to include a gallon of orange juice. While he went into the store to shop, I stayed in the car listening to the radio.

A woman, whose late model Jaguar was parked in the lot next to mine, came out with her groceries and put them in her trunk. After she was finished, I expected she’d push her cart over to the cart corral that was only 3 parking spaces away from her car. But, no, she pushed it around her car and parked it between our two cars.

A hefty gust of wind came along suddenly (as well as sweeping sheets of rain) and slammed the cart into her car. She ran to it and pushed the cart in front of her car and started walking away. Another gust came along and slammed the cart into the front of her car.

She ran around again and pushed the cart a few more feet closer to the cart corral and carefully parked it between her car and the car next to hers. She stood there a moment to see if it was going to roll and then headed back to her car. A gust of wind sent it crashing into that side of her car.

Once again, she ran around and caught it, this time pushing it over to the far side of the cart corral and left it. As she started back to her car, another gust came along sending the cart sailing halfway across the mostly empty parking lot. She ran after it and, this time, decided to put it inside the corral.

She was soaked to the bone, her hair was plastered to her head, and she could have pushed 5 carts to the corral in the time it took for her cart to crash into three sides of her very nice car. After her second attempt at making the cart stay in place, I simply watched with dumbfounded interest. You just don’t see tenacity like that every day.

Posted on 05/12/06 at 05:14 AM
 




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