Today I went to the grocery store - in a vehicle no less (Chris is out of town). As I was entering the Jewel, a woman began circling to find a parking spot. When I returned to my car, I see she finally found one. She had been driving around for more than 10 minutes trying to find a spot near the entrance. Sure, there were open spaces just a few yards back, but apparently she didn't want to walk. God forbid she gets any exercise. I'm just sayin'.

Note: as I finish typing this post, I'm sure some will question my thoughts regarding her ability to walk. Maybe she sprained her ankle? Sure. I'll give you that one. But from what I could see oozing out of the driver's seat, she just doesn't like to move much. Let the emails begin...