I already new the answer before I posed the question

Sometimes, I just feel irrationally mean.  I’m not sure if this is one of those times or not.  I’ll let the Internet decide.

At my office, there is covered parking if you chose to pay for it.  There are also trees in the parking lot if you don’t want to pay for the luxury of a metal ramada, however, the trees are smallish mesquites with approximately seven leaves on each tree thus only providing any semblance of shade for about twelve minutes per day.

The enormous company I work for which is actively sucking my soul dry, actually pays for a certain number of covered spots and I laid claim to one.  I’d like to say I went over and peed in it like a dog but, we’re all women in our office and, that sort of territoriality is usually unnecessary.

Recently, a woman was hired to work for one of the neighboring offices in the building.  She’s got a British accent which would usually give her a head start in the acceptance department but not even that little leg up is going to redeem her to me.

She rides a bicycle.  That alone doesn’t cause me to be annoyed, although it is much too hot to be bicycling so clearly she’s insane. Her bike has a baby seat on the back which she uses to stow her backpack.  I don’t know if she has a kid or not – merely a dirty, brownish blue backpack.  Maybe she shoves her baby in there.  Anything is possible – we’ve already determined she’s not normal. Also, the piece de resistance, she’s a smoker.  A bicycling smoker.  It’s like she doesn’t even want to try.

Here is the part where you determine just exactly how bitchy I am.

She is using my pole to lock up her bicycle.  There are approximately twenty-five poles available to her under the parking structure and it’s really irritating me that she has to use mine.  When locked to the pole with seventy-five yards of cable, her bicycle infringes on my parking spot. The pole is on the driver’s side of my spot which means I have to get out of my car and, in order to make a straight line to my office – I always appreciate economy of movement – I have to circle around her bike. That’s like six extra steps.

That’s the part that lost you, right?  The six extra steps.  That part makes me sound insane.

In my defense, sometimes her bike touches my car and I’m waiting for the day it scratches my chrome or the front fender.  That would be a legitimate complaint, I understand.

But what it really comes down to is that her bike is infringing on my area, and I don’t like it.

Crazy right?