Maybe you’re swinging by the store to pick up some bread. Or picking up dry cleaning. Or meeting a friend for lunch. There’s plenty of parking, yet your path is blocked by Slow Parking Lot Walkers.
I’m not talking about someone who’s slow because he has a bad knee (or any condition that slows down) . I mean the average parking lot walker who strolls (or waddles) in front of your car, without looking.
C’mon, I think, Let’s go! Ikimasho!* The store closes in five hours, ya know!
I have two conflicting theories about Slow Parking Lot Walkers:

1. They are evil, selfish boors who think they’re more important than anyone else. They like to annoy mild-mannered innocents like myself.
2. Since they’re approaching the store, they’re preoccupied with what they need there (Okay, I need a can of coffee, burger buns, Sloppy Joe Mix…) and/or what’s going to happen when they get home (…when the food’s simmering I can pay the bills and go over the checkbook etc…) to the point that they aren’t paying attention to their surroundings.

My second theory is the most likely. My evidence?
When I park my car (after wishing childishly hateful things on the Slow Parking Lot Walkers,) I think things like Did I forget anything on the shopping list? Should I get fresh butter? Do I have enough soda**? Do I want to cook dinner or just pop something in the microwave- shoot- gotta check my online statement to make sure… as I stroll to the store, slowly, not watching where I’m going.

*Japanese for “let’s go!” and probably not correctly used in this context.
**Actually Tropicana or Minute Maid light lemonade.