Parking Woes

The only thing I positively hate about driving is finding parking spaces. Over time I have perfected the art of finding suitable places to park wherever I go. I know the nearest non-paid parking to all the places I frequent.

I even ‘google’ to figure out if a place has parking or not. I have even figured the best time to go grocery shopping, because believe it or not some of times it looks like the whole of Leeds has landed at my favourite supermarket! It has plenty of parking, and even that is completely full at times. It has loads of parent and child parking too, but we never ever get one of those. One time, one lady almost came to blows with an old man because she could not see a child in their car, and they had pulled into the ‘parent and child’ bay. Only to retreat shamefacedly when  thy showed her their tiny grandchild inside the car 🙂  Why on earth do people need to buy so much stuff? It reminds me of my friend who is always lamenting how people keep buying stuff they don’t need and how very soon the whole earth will be covered with ‘stuff’ – but that is something for another post 🙂

As I was saying, I try not to go spontaneously without meticulous planning. I hate going round and round in the car park, stalking people walking with loaded shopping trolleys in the hope that I will be able to follow them to their cars and wait for them to pull out, in order to get a parking. Yes, I have been forced to become a stalker in order to get parking. Of course, stalking works best when you have another person( a grown up, not a child), with you. When husband and I work together, it works beautifully. I concentrate on finding people who look like they are on their way out, and husband follows my instructions and drives around. Believe me, even massive malls with loads of parking are totally full on some days. Especially on wet weekends when the whole country has no option but to head to a mall or when Christmas is around the corner 😉

Another no-no, that I have added just recently, is – ‘Never go grocery shopping during term breaks’. Just the other day, I ended up at the supermarket, with Poohi at the beginning of her term break. Turns out that plenty of other mums had the same idea. Not a single parking available. Pooohi stared getting all worried with this driving around.

Poohi, ‘Amme, Why are you not parking?’

Me, ‘Can’t find a place to park, darling.’

Poohi,’ But you can park between these two cars’

Me,’ How do you expect me to shrink the car into a space where your even bike would not fit?’

Poohi,’ Silly me’ *giggles* and then shouts, ‘Lots of space here, lots of space here’

Me,trying to not get all exasperated,’ That, my dear, was the road!’

Poohi, ‘ oh oh’

And so it continued, until I finally found a place, after going round and round that car park for what seemed like ages, with nonstop commentary from the back seat driver, only to enter a supermarket full of mothers trying to pull away children from Halloween displays and Halloween costumes. That, is fodder for another post though.