Death By Convenience Store Parking Lot

04787b5aa86b7e966c5e7a63126525e2I think I’m going to run for some sort of national office and my campaign platform is going to be simple yet life changing. Everyone attempting to get a driver’s license will first have to prove proficient at navigating a convenience store parking lot.

This is because the skills you must possess to successfully exit the area without any discernible damage to your car, your mental health, or your middle finger prove that you are, indeed, ready for any of life’s abundant challenges. The sheer number of people who wouldn’t be able to pass this test would make the roads safer for generations. (You’re welcome.)

Last week, I saw my life flash before my eyes when I made a “QuikTrip” stop for a Diet Coke. The convenience store I decided to almost end my life at is located by an interstate and a busy city road making it ground zero for any kind of IQ/Driver’s test wrapped up in a road rage tortilla. To up the danger factor there’s a hospital across the street.

Now, I know most of you are thinking wouldn’t a hospital do just the opposite and make things safer? Let me answer that with a great big no. To fully explain why, I will now take you through a morning at the QuikTrip.

I pull into the parking lot and don’t even attempt to find a gas pump. It’s too dangerous at 7:50 a.m. You have the pump circlers and the pump blockers going at it. The pump circlers are those drivers who, at a high rate of speed, much like a pace car at Daytona, lap the gas area in an attempt to find an empty stall. You do not want to get behind one of these goobers as they’re known for stopping short in their rush to claim a soon to be empty pump.

The pump blocker is the fool who, through some divine gift of second sight from the goddess of petroleum, believes they can predict who will be done pumping gas first and then places their car in a “next up” position thus creating a traffic hazard. It can get nasty when the pump blocker impedes the forward progress of the pump circler, like turn you right off your morning beverage nasty.

Once I’m parked, preferably off to the side of the store, I exit my car to go inside and get my Diet Coke. When that mission has been accomplished my single goal is to leave the QuikTrip unscathed. But something is always going on to up the degree of difficulty of me accomplishing that objective.

Today, it’s two large landscape trucks nestled on either side of my car and a roofing van, with a large, overburdened trailer, in a “let’s make our own horizontal parking spot” behind me. The sheer size of their rigs has created the mother of all blind spots. I might as well close my eyes and back up because the accuracy would be about the same.

I decide safety first and wait it out. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long before the roofing crew leaves and I begin to ever so slowly back out.

Slow is the key word of surviving this QuikTrip. You never exceed 2 mph if you want to get out alive. Because just when you think you’ve dodged all the cars exiting the gas pumps, the parking spots (real and rogue), and the two entrances off the highway something unexpected happens.

For example, three women in wheelchairs rolling in from the hospital across the street. But, wait there’s more – one woman keeps on rolling backwards because of the slight incline to the QuikTrip AND her reverse rolling wheelchair is headed straight for a guy, with a walker. It’s a Driver’s Ed film come to life.

Thankfully, a gentleman pumping gas goes over and grabs the wheelchair before it can cause any human carnage and then pushes the woman up to the entrance of the QuikTrip. Of course while all this is happening traffic gets backed up and a pump circler gets his journey halted resulting in unhappy honking and in the confusion another car sneaks into the place a pump blocker wanted. This has the pump blocker crying, “No fair, that was mine!” (Last phrase edited for F’bombs.)

I, with my hands at 10 and 2 on the wheel, eyes focused on my surroundings, with a vigilant check on both the side and rearview mirrors, maintaining a speed not to exceed three miles, begin to exit the QuikTrip mindful of ambulatory challenged individuals, large profile trucks and fools looking at their cell phones. I am most triumphant when I finally navigate off of the property

In my excitement I give myself a celebratory high-five, as in two hands off the wheel high-five, and almost wreck. I blame the Quiktrip.

**For more Snarky check out my book  Snarky in the Suburbs Back to School. 

Here’s a little ditty about it: The Spring Creek Elementary School PTA board (a coven of Mean Moms dressed in Uggs, yoga pants, and dermal filler) is up to no good. Wynn Butler (middle-aged, uncool, and not bringing sexy back) is determined to find out what’s going on. With help from her two kids, a Roomba vacuum turned mobile surveillance drone, and a few good friends, Wynn launches a covert investigation that leads to the “mother of all revenge capers” at the school’s annual Fall Festival.

If you’ve ever fantasized about smoke bombing the idiot parent who has yet to master the fine art of the school drop-off lane, or standing up and shouting, “Liar, liar, Botox on fire” during a PTA meeting, then this delicious tale of payback is for you.

 

6 thoughts on “Death By Convenience Store Parking Lot

  1. Anna in Lee's Summit says:

    Dear Snarky – I LOVE LOVE LOVE that you bring this up! QuikTrip parking lots are the most dangerous parking lots to EVER for one to encounter. I am one those people who will park at a pump (not pump gas), try to navigate across the lot to enter the store to get my Diet Coke addiction satisfied. Trying to back up in their parking lots is more anxiety than I can take in one day. I will also drive further out of my way to go to the Meiner’s gas station off of 150 Hwy in Lee’s Summit to keep my stress level subdued.

  2. Samantha Holly says:

    Seriously, it’s like you’re writing about my life. This was pretty much me this morning minus the people in wheelchairs! Love it.

  3. A.PROMPTreply says:

    Everyday I ask myself…”Why do you need such a big vehicle?” and then, “Why didn’t you splurge for the back-up camera when you bought such a big vehicle?” Live and learn, but yes, parking lots like this are a menace.

  4. Kathy says:

    I would also like a specific driver ed course and post-test before suburban moms are granted licenses on how to successfully and safely drive/park huge SUV’s in all parking lots…malls, strip malls, their own driveways….I have both personally had and witnessed way to many near death experiences. Kudos to those moms who truly know how to drive one – you should be the driving instructor for this course:)

  5. Angela says:

    you have left out the idiot that can’t remember which side the gas tank is on. I’ll admit I am one of those people… yeah I just send my husband it’s easier that way.

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