Walk it out.

I made an interesting observation the other day as I walked across a parking lot.

There are those cars passing slowly, anxiously waiting for a close spot to open up. Hoping that each car you walk by will be the one you get in. These people try to make eye contact with you. And when they do, they don't break it. As if they are trying to read your mind. To figure out if you really know where you're going.

And everyone has their limit as to how far they are willing to walk. It's like an imaginary line people place it their heads. As soon as you pass it, they drive off in a fit of rage. Annoyed at you for wasting their time.

Oddly enough, if you look past the first four rows, the parking lot is empty.

No one likes to park out there. In past experience, however, I noticed that if you do decide to be the first one, many will follow.

I guess it makes sense for some people. But for where I was, unacceptable.

The gym, to my knowledge, is a place where people go to work out. This may be through cardio or weight-training activities.

Now, if you have the ability to partake in such activities, why exactly do you need to get the closest parking spot possible.

Yeah, I'm going to go run a couple miles and maybe work on my quads. Oh, but I need to be creepy and follow this spandex-clad man to his car so that I can walk the shortest distance to the treadmill. Don't want to exert myself too much, you know.

I look forward to the day they replace the stairs with an escalator for the gym-goers. Only in America.