Monday tends to be one of those days when you often wish you were still enjoying the weekend. One of my co-workers and I always talk the weekend on Monday mornings. (the worst is when you cannot remember doing much of anything - it makes you want a "re-do" or ask for your your money/weekend back!)
This weekend turned out great - so no refunds required or desired :) Sunday afternoon we went for a 37 mile cruise through a couple of beach towns. I noticed several slower cars looking for parking places. Parking... It should be a 4 letter word, no? Getting a decent free parking place can determine the success (or frustration) of an outing.
So I chuckle to myself while riding past the line of ants looking for a place to park. I'm thinking how frustrated they are. The wife is telling her husband he should just pay the $10 and forget about it. The kids are whining about how they just want to get out of the car and go to the beach. Another weekend ruined? Can you see the smile on my face while I gloat? ;)
But then I get a flashback to the last time I went to a local sports shop. I had ridden my bike to the store to check on a few items. As I approach the store I start looking around for... a place to lock up my bike. Bike rack? No. Railing? No. Sing post? No.
I ride around the shopping center hoping to find a place to park my bike. I felt like a car looking for a parking spot, like a dog looking for a fire hydrant. The insanity!!! Finally I settle on a tree along the side of the parking lot. (sigh)
I stop my gloating and feel a little sympathy for the white Mercedes next to me. We just want a place to park. Hey, park is a four letter word!
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