Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? A moment where you’re watching an overly-dramatic movie and YOU are the lead character?
I had one of those recently, in a Tommy’s supermarket parking lot in Dubrovnik, Croatia.
Looking back, there really wasn’t anything to be upset about. I’m living in paradise. But still, there I was, watching the lead character (aka me) screaming and slamming the car door. You might say I was having a tantrum. Overreacting.
What was all the raucous about?
I’ll back-track a little. Ironically, I (the character) was relaxed after a peaceful meditation practice that morning.
Will (my partner) and I needed a few things, so he suggested we run to the store. Together.
So off we went.
I use the term Tommy’s supermarket “parking lot” loosely because it’s more of a parking alley, where landing a space is akin to winning the lottery. And customers relate to getting a parking spot with the same enthusiasm as if they’ve had a big win.
So, we finally found a space, sandwiched between two cars whose drivers didn’t know the meaning of parking within the lines. By some miracle, we parked our car without removing a bumper or mirror.
Everything was looking up until Will uttered those fighting words: “Why don’t you run into the store and I’ll wait here?”