I found a note in my car’s windshield this evening. It said, in womanly scrawl:

“Thanks for parking so close. Maybe next time I won’t have to climb into my passenger side to get into my car! Next time try thinking about other people!”

Ok, so I’m properly chastised. I’ve never thought about my parking habits from the other person’s perspective before. It was a narrow opening and of course I leaned toward her side because it would give me more room to open up on my side.

A person doesn’t really think about that, because you don’t have any contact with the person who drives the car that you park beside. But they are people. Maybe she saw the old Gideon’s Bible in the back of my car. I wish I could apologize.