What would Mark Driscoll do?
I had an interesting confrontation yesterday, while trying to find a parking spot at the Scarborough Town Centre mall for Boxing Day shopping with my Mom and sister (for the Americans amongst us, Boxing Day is December 26th, equivalent to Black Friday in terms of shopping deals). I was sitting there in my dad’s Ford Escape, waiting for a shopper to come out of The Bay’s entrance to their parked car to leave, so I can take their spot. One person on the right had their car door opened so I signaled right — but after he closed the door and walked toward the mall, it was obvious that he had just arrived.
So I sit there and wait patiently, car idling, instead of driving around aimlessly wasting gas, looking for a spot.
And then suddenly, a lady on my left walks up to her car, unlocks it and steps in, so I signal left and cheer on the inside at what gift has fell on my lap for my patience. As she backs out, I drive in. (more…)
