Every Sunday morning on the way to my prayer drive, I stop at VG’s here in Davison and get a coffee from the Starbucks.
Depending on the time I arrive, there is a guy who drives a truck belonging to a local landscape company there also. Instead of parking in a parking space, he pulls right up to the curb next to the entrance and parks. This is a traffic lane that runs in front of the store. It is also a curb painted yellow for its entire length and marked by no less than four “no parking – fire lane” signs.
It drives me crazy to see this guy parked there. I mean, who does he think he is? Is he better than everybody else? Why does he get to ignore the rules that everyone else is expected to abide by? Am I angry only because I would like to park there myself?
In the end, it doesn’t matter that he parks there. At least it shouldn’t matter to me. It’s not my store nor my rules. I wouldn’t park there if it were allowed.
How many things in life do we stress over other people’s behavior when it really doesn’t matter? When it doesn’t involve us?
Last time I checked, I was not promoted to manager of the universe.
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