just minishorts.

A long time ago when I was Ms Little Bitchy I used to be evil enough to park my car in a manner that would block whoever was idiotic enough to take up another person's lot. Doesn't help that my lot happens to be just next to the Visitor's parking area, which probably results in the situation I have now.

OK usually the saint in me also chooses to place my name car on the dashboard so that whoever comes down can at least call me on the phone and then I can head on over to move my vehicle away.

These days I choose to not bother and park my car somewhere illegal and closer to the building, so that I wouldn't have to leave my work hanging just to get down to the parking areas and allow the accident law-breaker to rectify his mistakes.

Today was interesting though. As usual I came to the office to see that someone had taken my parking lot again. I drove around for a bit and then I saw the owner of the car at the boot area, taking some stuff out (presumably) and then stopping to chat to a friend who was on a bike. This time I chose to wait. Ah, strange things people do, I pointed to the lot as she was locking up her door. She smiled at me and shook her head, indicating that the lot was hers.

I sat in my seat frantically pointing at the sticker on my windscreen that proved right of way.

Oh hoh woman who took my lot smiled and shook her head and started walking away.

So I wound down my window and said, 'Hi there, can I have the lot back?'

She started looking very angry and glared (!) at me, then she said, 'I have my car parked here you see…'

Then I said, 'Erm, I've been meaning to tell you for days, but this is my parking lot, see the number on my sticker, and it would be nice if today I can park in it rather than find an illegal spot elsewhere… that okay with you?'

…

So that's how I got my lot back.

Felt like a lousy bitch anyway. Sigh.