Freaking Parking Lot in the Rain

What’s up with the parking lot designs on the Virginia Coast? I think I need to explain that my unhappiness with this asphalt garden is right up there with my great dislike of Paris Hilton, TomKat, the ghetto Walmart, and that damn WaWa commercial. You know the one. But seriously, the parking spaces? First of all, why are there ‘compact car’ spaces? Clearly the only people that can see the sign that says ‘compact car’ are the gianormous SUV’s that swing into these spaces, despite the fact that they cannot open both driver and passenger side doors at once, and will likely be shimmying in and out of one of the doors, inevitably rubbing materialized smog from the side of the vehicle onto the clothing. So the parking garages and parking lots are littered with these. And then there is the irrigation system. I think it’s supposed to be a water drainage plan, but it’s more like the person that laid the concrete also had a secret plot to come back later with rice seeds and grow a rice garden for later harvestation when the spring rain hits. And the hurricane rains. And the Indian summer rains. Okay, it freaking rains all the time here. Then I see this guy in traffic tonight with one of those steering wheel knobby thingies on it. You know, the kind from that John Candy movie with the talking horse, and he drives… Yeah and it was a relatively newer model smaller pickup truck. With a younger looking guy driving it. An almost attractive looking guy. Who really has that shit on their wheel, anyway? I dunno, maybe it helps him drive through the parking lot pond and swing that bitch into the compact car spot in the rain.