Parking Woes

I had an appointment at the cancer centre today. I’ve been seeing my oncologist for six years and it hasn’t gotten easier. I’m a mess of nerves, I don’t sleep much the night before my appointment, I’m snappy and weepy, and I eat a lot of carbs.  

I say that the cancer centre has the worst parking lot I’ve ever encountered, but I’m not sure if that’s because it’s a truly crappy parking lot or if it’s so terrible because it’s the parking lot of a cancer centre. I’m not in a great headspace to begin with, I’m in no mood to forgive too-tight stalls and endless one-way lanes. 

Usually I park on the other side of the hospital in the shiny, new parkade but today I decided I had arrived early and should take the opportunity to conquer my foe. I pulled into the terrible parking lot and immediately spotted the one remaining empty space. I was stuck in a maze of one-way lanes but I dutifully followed the path of arrows until I turned the last corner just in time to see someone drive quickly the wrong way down a one-way lane and zip into my spot (MY spot). I drove slowly by, giving them the stink eye the entire time, and quickly exited the terrible parking lot. I drove around the hospital and parked in my usual lot, continued walking around the other side of the hospital, and made it to my clinic with approximately 30 seconds to spare. 

The moral of the story is: sometimes things are just terrible and you don’t have to prove you can best them. Sometimes it’s okay to just park in the easy lot, even if it means you have to walk farther to reach your destination.  

Coffee Rage

It rained yesterday. Like, really rained. The sky opened and giant, cold raindrops poured down. It was not pleasant out is what I'm saying.

I was meeting a group of people at someone's house and my route takes me by a Starbucks drive-through so I stopped for drinks. Four drinks to be exact. Which doesn't feel like an unreasonable number of drinks to order at a drive-through window. I would never pull up and order, say, twenty drinks but four is totally within reason. I could have had four coffee-drinking adults in my car (I didn't. It was just me and Pops. But still. I could have.)

So! I pull up to the Starbucks. It's neither the morning nor lunchtime rush. There were a few cars in front of me but the location wasn't overly busy. It was a standard weekday morning. I ordered my drinks at the talky-box and pulled forward to the window to collect my drinks.

And there I waited.

I waited for five minutes. Maybe ten. I recognized the window guy as someone who's been there for a while and knows his stuff but his demeanor and that of the woman making the drinks made me think that he was training her. So whatever. I have to wait a few extra minutes for my drinks. I'm still in my nice, dry car. Poppy is still asleep in the backseat instead of protesting being moved from her car seat to stroller. I'm about to enjoy some delicious caffeine. All is good.

And then all of a sudden there's an aggressively highlighted blonde woman shouting in my car window about how she doesn't have time to wait fifteen minutes for coffee.  

Totally flustered, I managed to squeak out, "this is Starbucks!" while my brain caught up. (I say the dumbest stuff when I'm caught off-guard. Like seriously dumb.) She turned to scream at the Starbucks employees while I looked around and assessed the situation. The driver's side door of the car behind me stood open and no one was inside. The screamer had obviously been waiting behind me, raging, and finally could not take it anymore. She exited her vehicle, in a rainstorm, to yell at me and the people earning just above minimum wage to make her over-priced coffee.

Now, I don't know her life. Maybe she was having a terrible day. Maybe she was on her way to the hospital to visit a sick loved one. Maybe she just found out her partner is cheating on her. Maybe she just got fired. I don't know. And I kind of don't care. I don't care how bad your day (or your life) is. This is a society. There are rules. One of the rules is that you don't get to yell at people for not making your coffee fast enough. 

Finishing up her rant at the Starbucks employees with a hearty, "get to it!" she turned to me and hissed, "I don't have time for this." I'm sorry, you don't have time for what? You don't have time to drive your (nice) Mercedes to a place where you don't even have to get out of your car, someone brings the coffee right to you, and all you have to do is give them a bit of cash and, I don't know, not be a complete asshole? Gotcha.

To sum it all up: some people are terrible. Let's do better.