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Give Me a Reason Not to Take Your Space
Your title alone is not intimidating
Parking is always a fun endeavor, isn’t it? Especially when you’re late for your 8:00AM lecture. One very early, frostbiting morning, I pulled into campus for class. After making a loop around campus, I came to the lot for commuter parking closest to my destination. This is a most coveted space that requires strategic timing and luck to get to in time (I don’t know what I was thinking that day).
It is a first come first serve tiny lot not just for commuters. It also accommodates an annoying amount (4 to be exact) of important individuals that can’t be bothered to fart around for ten extra minutes trying to find a space. I’m guessing its because if the professor is more than a minute late, this would give students enough incentive to go back to their dorms and sleep.
This particular day, I noticed amidst the aisle of cars, one space left. Little did I anticipate the unpleasant surprise awaiting me as I pulled in between the lines. A rectangular sign barely five feet tall stood waiting with an all too painful message: “Reserved for Dr. President Smith.”
I could practically hear the growl in the written command. With a head toss, followed by an overly childish groan, I backed out. I continued to scope out the campus for a more vacant, far less convenient spot.
