Sometimes there are moments in my life that I realize are perfectly good metaphors even if I don't intend them to be. Today was one of those examples.
In the town I work in, there was some fancy-schmancy car show. Which meant that there was ZERO parking in the garage behind the store.
Let me rephrase that: people assumed that there was ZERO parking in the garage. Because the upper two levels were all full.
I pulled in the garage and watched people frantically drive in circles looking for a spot. Or stalking some poor soul as they walked to put something back in their car.
When I got into work, my boss asked me if I had any trouble parking. "Of course not," I shrugged, "I parked in the lower level. Nobody ever parks there."
One of my coworkers walked in and apologized for being late because they couldn't find parking. They watched people circling and drove away to park waaaaaaay far away from the store.
I laughed to myself and realized that when you are watching other people go in circles or want to run the opposite direction, turn left. There's probably parking in the lower level.
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