This morning when I returned from my daily-coffee-for-the-boss run there was a man repeatedly driving his mini-van around the block trying to find parking for the Post Office across the street. This man was obviously upset about there being no parking spots open. I must have watched him drive around the block about 10 times and every time he would drive in front of the PO with no empty spaces he would yell, very loudly, about his frustration that no had left yet. His windows were wide open and every time he would yell, anyone on the street would look over at him, startled and disgusted at his obscenity laced anger. This didn't seem to phase him...he kept driving around the block, yelling.



I couldn't figure out why he would angrily drive around in circles instead of parking in one of the several spaces open on my side of the street...unless he had specific directions from Jack Bauer that he must park on the south side of the street and he only had 20 minutes to send the parcel by global priority mail at that specific Post Office or else Nina would come back and take over CTU.



The ironic thing is that in the amount of time he spent driving around and yelling, he could have been to the other Post Office just up the street, parked, mailed his package and headed on to his next destination.
What in the world...