What would drive a grown woman to sit in a parking lot?
Here’s my view.
I’m sitting outside waiting on my child.
He’s at an appointment and I wasn’t about to spend the time in a dark waiting room looking out the window like a cat staring at the birds pecking at sparkles in the asphalt.
No. It occurred to me that I’m not a cat trapped inside only to experience fresh air and sunshine at someone’s whim.
So here I am seated on the curb typing on my phone. What I’d really like to do is spread out my sweat shirt and lay on down and take a nap.
I’m not that brave. If I was 20 I’d do it before you could say “Happy Hour” or “Spring Break” or both.
If I pull my cap down over my face, do you think anyone would notice?
