Limping into the weekend, I finally managed to break away to the bank this morning. I had to deposit my paycheck so the rent check wouldn't bounce. But I left in such a hurry that I forgot the outgoing mail, so I had to make an extra trip out to the post office later in the Friday afternoon traffic jammin'.
There's a reason I try to run my errands in the morning. By two o'clock or thereabouts, the streets are no longer friendly. Today there was some kind of commotion in the post office parking lot, so I drove on by and parked at the other end of the street.
When I walked back up to mail my bills, I heard a guy on a cell phone complaining loudly about someone not needing to use up two spaces. He was pacing back and forth shouting about something the person on the other end couldn't possibly do anything about. I hope whoever it was cared more than I did.
I have no sympathy for people who use that lot, because there are always places to park on the street, and it's much safer than negotiating the narrow passage and getting rammed into from three different directions. No one with good sense goes in there (which is another reason to stay out).