You've seen them. They follow you on your way out to the parking lot, just itching for that spot. There must be some prize for parking twenty feet closer to the door. And they wait on you...
Just park, dammit. I refuse to change my routine just because you are (im)patiently waiting for me to get out of this spot. When I get to my car after work in the afternoon, I'm certainly ready to go home. However, I still have my little ritual: I start the car, remove the sun shade, get situated and buckled up, and text my wife that I'm on my way. The whole process takes probably no more than 60 seconds, which is fine for me. But those people that end up waiting on me tend to get a little antsy at that point.
Here's the deal: I get to work early. I do this for many reasons, parking not being one of them. However, it is a nice side effect that I get to pretty much pick my spot. And it's my spot as long as I occupy it. Don't even assume I'm leaving. This spot is occupied - find another.
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