Cindysphinx
G.O.A.T.
I played a match at an indoor facility (DMV folks, think Metroplex). For whatever reason, some genius decided to build it this facility with insufficient parking in a remote part of the county despite its location on a huge parcel of land.
When I arrived for my match about 10 minutes ahead, there were no open spots. Luckily, I saw someone walk to their mini-van and buckle in a child. I put on my blinker and waited patiently for the person to leave so I could take their spot. The driver got in, and I soon saw his face lit by his cell phone. Well, OK. I can chill while he checks his phone.
After a minute or two, he hadn't left or looked up. Maybe he is engrossed in his phone and doesn't know I'm waiting? I got out of my car and knocked on his window, whereupon we had the following conversation:
"Hi, are you leaving?"
"Not yet."
"Oh. I have a match starting soon, and all of the other spots are taken. Could I have your spot?"
"No. I'm waiting for my son."
So I got back in my car, drove to the adjacent empty skating rink parking lot, parked under a street lamp for safety, walked across the muddy field and into the tennis facility. Upon the completion of my match, I walked back across the muddy field at 11 p.m. to the empty skating rink lot, relieved not to have encountered any ne'er-do-wells lurking nearby.
Come on. Had I been this guy, I would 100% have moved my car out out of the spot and then just sat there, moving out of the way if I was blocking anyone or taking another spot if one became available.
When I got back in my car, a thought occurred to me: Just abandon my car directly in front of his; go in and tell my captain I was there; use the bathroom; then go move my car, by which time there would almost certainly be an open spot. The prevalence of lunatics in this country caused me to think better of it.
When I arrived for my match about 10 minutes ahead, there were no open spots. Luckily, I saw someone walk to their mini-van and buckle in a child. I put on my blinker and waited patiently for the person to leave so I could take their spot. The driver got in, and I soon saw his face lit by his cell phone. Well, OK. I can chill while he checks his phone.
After a minute or two, he hadn't left or looked up. Maybe he is engrossed in his phone and doesn't know I'm waiting? I got out of my car and knocked on his window, whereupon we had the following conversation:
"Hi, are you leaving?"
"Not yet."
"Oh. I have a match starting soon, and all of the other spots are taken. Could I have your spot?"
"No. I'm waiting for my son."
So I got back in my car, drove to the adjacent empty skating rink parking lot, parked under a street lamp for safety, walked across the muddy field and into the tennis facility. Upon the completion of my match, I walked back across the muddy field at 11 p.m. to the empty skating rink lot, relieved not to have encountered any ne'er-do-wells lurking nearby.
Come on. Had I been this guy, I would 100% have moved my car out out of the spot and then just sat there, moving out of the way if I was blocking anyone or taking another spot if one became available.
When I got back in my car, a thought occurred to me: Just abandon my car directly in front of his; go in and tell my captain I was there; use the bathroom; then go move my car, by which time there would almost certainly be an open spot. The prevalence of lunatics in this country caused me to think better of it.