My doctor’s office is in a small hospital, which has far less parking spaces than it should have for the number of people who use the facility.  Just getting a spot to park makes my blood pressure rise to alarming levels every time I go out there.  Hah, maybe I have stumbled on to the reason for the limited parking???  Anyway, today as I was ready to turn the corner to go to the next row, a lady, driving a stretch Ford expedition began the process of pulling into a slot that was marginal as a parking spot for a VW beetle.  She was up, back, turn, up, up, back, sideways all the while talking on a cell phone.  While I was sitting there watching her manipulate her behemoth of an automobile I notices she had an eyebrow pencil between her fingers on the hand that was holding the phone and one of those eyelash curlers in the other hand, the one responsible for steering the tank.  I calmly put my car in park, got out and walked over to her auto and tapped on the window, it came down, and she asked what I wanted.  I kindly suggested that she might free up the lane of traffic a bit quicker if she would hang up the phone and then maybe take care of her makeup before she left the house in the morning.  Then I got mean, as felt that I had to tell her that she was wasting her time with the makeup cause it aint working.  She rolled up her window, backed out of the parking place and drove out of the lot.  I pulled into the spot and went in to the hospital to take care of my business. 

We have a new police chief in Corpus who has vowed to stop texting while driving.  I can only hope that will extend to getting one’s hair done, cosmetics tidied up or any other activity that causes one to lose contact with what they are doing.  I have a hard enough time to figure out what I am supposed to be doing without doing a set of books while driving.  I even quit reading novels while driving on the open road.  Talk about being a concerned citizen.

Chuy the disgruntled