My parking space. My parking space and nobody else’s. Two
long weeks as an office temp and I finally feel like part of the permanent
team. Most people still don’t know who I am or why I loiter around the
photocopier for hours on end, but at least I have a parking space to call my
own. At first I tried to resist. I was a car park mutineer. I dared to park in
someone else’s space. I visited a different space each day of the week. It was short-lived.
My victim would arrive five minutes earlier in order to secure their space. Assuming
they went home at all. Perhaps they braved the twilight temperatures, digging
their fingernails into the steering wheel, scowling through gritted teeth. I
soon admitted defeat. It was a lost cause. I refuse to abandon my radical
streak however. Sometimes I reverse into my space. Sometimes I leave my wipers
up. Yesterday a rebellious young wretch tried their luck like I once did. I
arrived to discover my space occupied. I could be seen thundering into the office
whilst setting my alarm for five minutes earlier.
