Twice a day my route to work takes me past the office where I worked nine years ago. I keep thinking I'll stop to visit the dozen or so people I still know there, but I always seem to be in too big of a hurry. Anyway, driving by there this morning, I was reminded that I haven't told you yet about Crazy Parking Day.
A few years ago I ran into someone who was still working there, and I asked how everybody was doing. In the course of catching me up on all the changes since I left, she told me that they've designated every Friday as Crazy Parking Day, "just as a little morale booster." Now, having been responsible for my own share of corny morale-building stunts while I was there, I should probably be more understanding. But, viewed from the outside, the silliness of this just cracks me up.
Mondays through Thursdays, all the cars in the asphalt parking lot out front are lined up in neat rows. But on Fridays? They're parked at all kinds of weird angles, as if a cyclone had picked them up, whirled them around a bit, then gently sprinkled them back on the ground.
It really tickles me that these professional adults, some of whom I know are great people, seem to get such a kick out of parking their cars however the hell they want to. They like it so much that they've done it over and over and over again. One day a week. For several years now. Is there something wrong with me that I don't get that? What am I missing? Where's the fun?
Do they rush to get there first on Fridays so they can have the whole parking lot to themselves and make the opening move on the Crazy Parking Day game board?
Does Sally walk in laughing on Friday morning and say, "Oh, Jack, you're such a character; I love the way you backed in and parked with your rear wheels off the pavement!"?
Does Betty tell Cindy, "Oh.My.God! Bob has parked his SUV all the way out in the field. Look at the grass stains on his khakis. I tell you, that guy is a riot!"?
Does Jim make his right hand into a gun, point it at Susan, and say, "I saw you out there seesawing back and forth so you could park with your front bumper up against Jerry's side panel. Girl, that is classic!"?
You want to know what really struck me funny? Last November I drove by that office on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. They're normally closed on both Thursday and Friday for the Thanksgiving holidays, so guess what. They'd moved Crazy Parking Day to Wednesday so they wouldn't miss it!
Bwaaaahahahahaha! What a wild and crazy bunch!