Thanks For Nothing, Lady

Dear Driver,

 

The world is a small place, it really is.  What with population rates rising, longer lives, good medical care (When people can afford it and reform isn’t being blocked by a****le Republicans), people, especially Americans, are living longer and longer lives.

 

One of the things that goes along with a shrinking world is a rising need for individuals to have their own space.  I know, at times, it seems like the only space in the world that we have is that bubble that we live in that extends from the tip of a person’s nose to about 18 inches away.  Most people call that “personal space”, and it is a good concept.  Personal space shouldn’t be violated, and it is drastically important for the individual to be secure in that space.  Personal space must be respected.

 

Respect.  respect is an important aspect of the shrinking world and the personal space that we exist in is this:  The realization that there are other people on this small planet, and that those people should be treated with the same respect that we as individuals expect from others.  In order for a society to function at it's best, people must respect others, or at least treat others like they respect them.  With respect comes consideration.  Consideration for how our own individual behavior impacts others.  I would really feel bad if people generally regarded me as an inconsiderate man.  It is consideration that I want to talk to you about.

 

Exactly what were you thinking when you parked next to me at the gas station this morning?  I realize that it was very early, and like me, you were stopping in to get your caffeine fix for the morning.  Perhaps your thinking was a bit muddled.  Perhaps you have some heavy personal things to deal with today.  Perhaps.  Despite the things going through your head, I wish you would have been considerate enough to use that rather generous parking space to park your white Kia Sorrento a few more inches away from my car.  after all, you had plenty of space to get in and out of your car, as you had two empty handicapped spaces on your driver's side.  It would have been a nice, considerate gesture to leave me more than 12 inches to crawl back into my car.

 

I just wanted to take a minute to tell you how I felt about having to make the squeeze to get into my car and finish my trip to the office... if you can believe it, I actually made it without spilling my coffee. 

 

I would like to tell you that I am sorry about the dent (and accompanying scratches) in your passenger-side door that came about as I tried to enter my vehicle, but I won't.  I won't apologize because that would be insincere.  An apology would imply some level of remorse, and frankly, I feel none.

 

Thanks for caring,

 

Gunfighter