Too lazy to walk further After having acquired ingredients for the evenings vittles, I walked out to my waiting two wheeled chariot, a blue SUV crawling along at my heels. I had procured a parking slot within five of the store's entrance, but was surprised when the SUV parked, waiting for me to leave. If you use two wheeled transportation, you know it's not always as easy as toss-your-shit-in-the-back-start-her-up-reverse. Step 1: secure groceries in luggage and strap that shit down tight Step 2: start up ye ol' cold natured steed Step 3: Jacket. tuck, zip button. Step 4: Helmet. Mess with strap. Step 5: (are you not bored yet? why is this lady still waiting?) Step 6: Sunglasses Step 7: Gloves And here was my dilemma: usually at this point I would swing a leg over, and moon-walk backwards. But I was a little tickled by this lady patiently waiting for a spot after all of this. I could: A. Leave, as usual,  B. Blue-tooth and tunes (another few minutes),  C. Whoops! "Forgot" something! De-gear and return to grocery store.  C would have been funny. But I had stuff to do. A it was! But still...lady could have easily parked in one of the numerous empties 20 feet further out. But that would have lowered her sugars. P.S. She was fat. But you already knew that.