Note on the Parking Lot

As I was walking back to my car earlier today, or I should say yesterday (coz I jsut realize that it's already 2:24 a.m.) I saw a note on the ground by the car next to mine. Out of curiosity, I picked it up and read it.

"Where the hell did you learn to park a car?" the note said. Huh? I looked at the way my car was parked and it fitted perfectly between the two white lines. So I thought it must not be for me. Even the car next to mine was parked good. Hmmm, must have been for a car parked earlier. I slipped the note in my pocket as I drove away from the lot.

It amazes me how one could actually take the time to scribble a note because they were so pissed off at how someone parked their car. I just think that it's a total waste of time. As I was trying to picture the scenario of a lady writing the note (by the way, the handwriting looked like a woman's handwriting, not that I am an expert), I realized how many angry people are out there, how unforgiving people can be and how we give little things so much importance that we don't even realize that they're already eating us up, our humanity. (Sigh.) Why can't people just let go and forgive other peoples little mistakes?

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Well, tomorrow's Sunday. It's Father's Day. Happy Father's Day Dad! Even if you're gone, I want you to know that I love you and I will always treasure you and the memories we shared.