Graduation. It’s that time of the year when family and friends gather together to celebrate a milestone in a loved one’s educational career, when diplomas are eagerly awarded, and the majority of those attending sleep through the speaker’s discussion.
Graduation. It’s that time of the year when people drive me insane. This time, they literally “drove” me crazy.
I don’t mind covering graduation. I really don’t, ESPECIALLY when I have the speaker’s notes in hand (which I didn’t this time, but no big deal). Mainly because after the speaker gives her speech, I’m outta there! It’s a nice trade.
I parked behind the assembly center on the grass (the Mustang happens to be an off-road vehicle, haha!), near the gravel parking lot so other people could fill up the vacant grassy area, and we could pack more people in. It’s what “we” (we as in the basketball fans) do.
See the area with the cars at the edge? Yes, that’s where I was.
None of these kids nor their family or friends apparently was familiar with this logic.
As I go to leave, I start circling around this HUGE empty area and discover…there’s no way out. All of the vehicles parked on the EDGE of the grassy/dusty area (there was a small line near my own car), and there was nowhere to get out.
REALLY??? I drove the Mustang futilely around for a few minutes and then just parked in the middle of the empty, grassy area. I had to write a story, but to write said story, I needed out of the parking lot. But I couldn’t get out of the parking lot.
I was a fish trapped in a dusty fishbowl.
Thankfully, my husband came and rescued me. We left the car until way past graduation time, but I’d really like to know why that last car who parked and blocked me in thought it was a good idea to do so. But, then again, I know I’m very picky and impatient, too, and I honestly don’t think I was blocked in on purpose.
Or was I…?
Dun dun DUN!