The quest for a good parking spot

During the early winter months, I usually ski in the afternoon.

I show up at the ski resort parking lot and get lucky 98% of the time by sliding into an empty spot just left by a morning practitioner that will afford me a short walk to the lift. In some rare instances, I spot returning skiers, ask them if they're leaving and then wait for them to get rid of their gear and leave.

Some people do that quickly and efficiently. Others are desperately slow as if they took special pleasure in making me wait for as long as they possibly can.

When that burden falls on me, I may not rush, but I won't waste a second and vacate the place in the shortest amount of time possible.

I guess we all behave differently and in life like on this parking lot, there's always a palette of wonderful and nasty folks!