For the first four days of the week, I have a class that begins past 5. This is good news for me because I can park in AR. Theres a small lot next to the lecture halls where my classes are. The lot is small but big enough to accomodate everyone that uses it. It's just two rows of parking of which one side is monitored 24 hours. The other side though is my gold mine, a row where I can park after 4. Seventy five percent of the time I come, theres a spot and today after waiting just a couple minutes a spot opened up. The guy backed out of the spot and began to drive away just as two ladies walked to their Mereces C230 next to my newly opened spot.
I let them cross the parking lot out of consideration to the fatter lady which was carrying a large crate and barrel box. My windows were down and I could hear them chatting away. It didn't matter to me, I just wanted to park and get to Gateway so I could do some homework. The fat lady put the box on the car and stood a foot and a half away from it. Right in my parking space. I looked on, hoping they would notice me. No, they had noticed me. We made eye contact as they crossed the lot. They saw my signal, they saw me waiting, they knew I wanted to get into the spot.
She swung the rear door of the sedan open. At this point, I had inched forward a little to see if I could fit into the spot even with her standing there. It couldn't be done. The humble lot consists of no more than 80 parking spaces, all made compact to efficiently use the land. I slouched back and rolled my eyes as she realized the box wouldn't fit into the back door. She said, "We're going to have to put this into the trunk" to the driver and the driver, a lady who I didn't pay much attention to, acknowledged.
As she moved the box to the trunk, she left the door wide open. The length of the door was enough to take about 1/2 of the parking space up and there was definitely no way I'd be getting in. This whole ordeal took about two minutes. For two minutes, I sat there, no more than 3 feet away from them waiting. Finally, the fatter lady closed the trunk and made way to her car. On the way, she closed the door that had been preventing me from pulling into the parking space. She stepped over and put her hand on the passenger door.
I began to pull in a little when I heard a voice through my open windows. It was the driver. "Can you please wait until she gets into the car?" she said to me with an attitude laced in between every word. 
I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm waiting. What do you want me to do? 
" I pulled in and turned my head, staring into their car after the fat one got in and situated herself. They didn't look back.
Inconsiderate people make me sick.
To help with the understanding of this post, I made a little MS Paint diagram of the situation. Now, time to do my hw. 
LOL, two more years of this for you
