WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?....

--That's what I’m usually thinking, as we wait patiently to exit some of the store parking lot’s around here.
--Half the entrance’s also act as a exit‘s. Which is ok if everybody were driving clown car’s. Which they don’t. You get two good sized car's trying to fit in a space meant for clown car's and there's not a lot of space left over.
--Needless to say I spend a lot of time with my eyes closed praying. While my wife goes into Mario mode complete with sound effects. And after wards smiles and say's, “See I told I we could make it“. Mean while I’m trying to ignore the fact that we were so close I now have a friend for life in the other fellow driving what can only be was a tank disguised as a pickup truck it was so dang burned big.
--And don't get me started on parking lot’s. For some reason somebody thought it was funny to design the thing's so when you get out the car you have to have close relation's with your car just to achieve it without hitting the car next to you.
--Needless to say having your innards shaken to the point you need at lest five min for everything to fall back into place before you can even think about trying to squeeze out of a space meant for a fellow a quarter of my size. Is a experience.
--But I suppose it could be worse at lest I get my outing’s and I do enjoy them....