What is it about Mondays? Even though I drive a titch over the speed limit, cars were passing me like I was standing still this morning. Well bravo White Compact. In and out you weaved, just to end up one stinkin' car ahead. Well done. You win.
What's the rush? It's MONDAY!
No I wasn't going to play that game. I plodded on to work knowing full well I was early, keeping calm and relaxed as another work week began.
After pulling into my usual spot on the first floor of the parkade, I began my short walk to the office. Yet even inside the garage I couldn't help but notice people were STILL rushing.
Rushing to get their usual parking spots too, I would venture to guess.
As I watched a silver Four Runner zoom in, I was startled when it stopped suddenly with a loud "Bam!" just in front of me.
He hit the concrete wall.
Ha! I couldn't believe it. He really did hit the concrete wall!
After a moment, the driver got out to inspect the damage. Holy crap... it was one of our surgeons.
Don't laugh... don't laugh... don't laugh...
Oh hell. I couldn't help myself.
I just hope his perception is far more acute in the OR than it is in the parkade.
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