My little car is just the right size for me…..most of the time
The Golfer uses it occasionally but prefers his own, which we use if we’re off somewhere together. There are times though when it’s the other way round and I’m the one driving him in my car
Now….
I don’t mind playing chauffeur (as I’ve done for the last two years) when The Golfer needs a lift to the eye specialist even though he squirms around muttering about small seats.
I don’t mind waiting around an hour on average because it’s not worth while driving home and coming back
With several specialists consulting at the same time the waiting room gets crowded so I wait in the car
Where I can eat and drink to my heart’s content – listen to the radio – or read while I knit at the same time
The thing is….
It’s a bit of a tight squeeze trying to set things up with a steering wheel and gear lever in the way so one time I tried sitting on the passenger side……more leg room and nothing in front of me – but it just didn’t feel right…..so I moved back to the driver’s side which for some reason is more comfortable
The nearest (free) undercover car park is at Costco – out of the blazing sun and pouring rain. It’s close to the railway station plus a huge shopping centre so there are large ‘we are not a public car park’ signs so if I’m challenged I’ll just produce my card and say ‘I’m waiting for someone’. Not actually a lie is it…..waiting….not for someone turning up with a trolley full of groceries but for a ‘I’m ready’ text from someone ðŸ¤
With several more appointments (plus two surgical procedures) coming up over the next couple of months I reckon I’ll be dab hand at the waiting game by Christmas
Still Waters 