I've been dipping into the shallow end of the pool here lately, but really, every time I try to do some deep thinking, I find myself drifting. I'll get back to heavy pondering some day, but what's on my mind today isn't going to get discussed in any of those intellectual forums I've heard tell about.
When I walk through the post office parking lot, I can't help being happy that my car is three long, safe blocks away. The little post office I use has a tiny lot, and the driveway between the spaces is so narrow that only one car can back out at a time. This produces a gridlock that has vehicles lined up out into the street and around the corner, even when spaces are available.
You can see empty spots, but your car, if you're next in line, can't get to them. You have to wait until someone who's started to back out has checked behind, to the side, in the blind spot, and behind again, then eased out as slowly as the car will go, slamming on the brakes several times in the process.
It's excruciating to be a part of, but it can be amusing to watch, especially when two drivers are trying to do it at the same time. Either both people are so polite that they spend several minutes waving at each other to go ahead, or both are so aggressive that they stop and start a dozen or so times before one of them gets the advantage.
I've been part of this little dance of thousand-pound machines, and it's less fun for the participants than for the spectators. Once I was in a three-way in that lot. I don't like to give in, but I had to let two other cars go before I could get out of there. That's why I prefer walking.