Car Parking does my head in!
I’ve often marvelled at natural history programmes and how herds are organised and operate as one collective unit – despite being made up of many individuals. Nature, it would seem, finds ways of sorting itself out. Pity then, that the same cannot be said of humans. Witness the car park stampede on a Saturday lunchtime for proof of my theory. If you haven’t had this pleasure, especially bad as we approach the festive season, permit me to enlighten you:
The premise is a simple one: pop into town, park, visit one store, come home. No dramas there. What makes this a unique experience is the swarming hoards of other people who share the same idea. The first problem is finding a car park that doesn’t say ‘FULL’. When you find the only one left with spaces there are invariably a billion other cars waiting to get in, often only allowed entry by the exit of another car.
So we wait. You get to the barrier and the machine says ‘FULL’ (oh quel surprise!), so we wait some more. Problem is that the people behind you don’t understand why you are sat there like a prize plum doing nothing.