This photo should be used as an illustration in a book titled How NOT to Park.
I mean, really? Did you even try? Like, even a little bit? Or did you just roll up, say ‘Eff it”, and head into the mall for an afternoon of shopping?
However it happened, let’s chalk this up to one big EPIC FAIL in parking history.
Okay, so it’s not really my daily commute since Cadence is only attending preschool two days a week at this point, but it still counts.
My blog. My rules. Remember?
So, here is what I see that irritates me every single time I pull into the parking lot to drop off and pick up my daughter from school–a whole line of cars sitting in the Fire Lane.
Call me petty, but here’s my issue…
It’s the Fire Lane, people.
If you are not on fire or equipped to fight a fire, then you have no business parking there, waiting there, idling there, or whatever it is you’re doing there. Nevermind the fact that the school handbook politely states that no one is allowed to park there…ever. And nevermind the fact that the school actually too the time and the resources to print up a nice little Fire Lane explanation, complete with detailed map, to send home with each student to show the parents, grandparents, babysitters, nannies, and caregivers the proper procedure for pulling into the parking lot and parking (completely bypassing the clearly marked Fire Lane) to drop off and pick up students safely.
Honestly, unless the administration starts booby trapping the Fire Lane with spikes and land mines, I don’t know how much clearer they can make it.