Parking Space Robber

My office has car- parking space for 200 odd cars. This is excluding the space available for visitors. I believe if you come in after 9:30 in the morning, it might be difficult for one to find a space to park.

Anyway I have no such problems because I arrive at 7:15 in the morning. I go to the office gym quite regularly these days and at that time of the day most of the people are still in bed. Every day I park my car at the nearest exit to my office building. And if anyone enters the car park, the first thing they will see is my car. Now you could call this my favourite car park space. It’s like an unwritten rule....that space is MINE and mine only.

For the past few weeks I have not always been successful in getting this favourite space. Occasionally someone else beats me to it and it’s usually the same car – a grey VW Passat. Last week I had the odd pleasure of arriving just in time to get into the parking lot first and I got my space. That day I had a good look at this person who was so desperate to get my space. Now you may ask me how did I decipher that the driver was desperate? Simple, if this car arrives before me, it is invariably parked in my space.

As expected, the driver of the Passat is a GUY and an older man at that – say maybe 48ish. Shouldn’t older men be beyond ego and petty behaviour? I know, I know...I am all that and more. After all I am cribbing about a petty parking space.

An incident happened today which definitely takes the cake. Now I don’t know the route that this guy takes and am not really interested about it. But today I saw this grey Passat on M25, right behind me. Even for a second I didn’t suspect that it could be this guy. I mean I still had another 15 miles to reach my office. Then as I took the exit for Junction 11, this car was right behind me. This is when I realised that the guy tailing me was definitely my space-robber.

For those who do not know the way to my office. Right after the exit at Junction 11 the double lanes stretch just for a few kms and then it becomes single traffic lane. And that means no over taking. This stupid guy he was so rash in his driving that he over took me at the round about. Sorry about this – but what an ASSHOLE. So obviously this stupid old man with the grey Passat reached the office car park before me. I on the other hand parked some where irrelevant, far away from his car.

For a few seconds I took it all in good humour. I tried telling myself many thing - first come first served, that I had bigger things in life to worry about and all that bullshit. But you know what? Its my ego, its this Jhansi Rani that he has provoked.
I can be a bitch when I want to. From tomorrow onwards I will leave home at least 15 mins earlier. So this guy wants my space...eh? If I have anything to do with it, he will never get it again. Or in the proper Bollywood style.... OVER MY DEAD BODY...