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Entitlement 101

2013-02-19 16.14.38I pulled into the parking lot at Best Buy today.  It was raining.  Now you should know that typically, Californians consider rain a deep, personal tragedy.  So, like most Californians in this situation, I found myself looking for a parking space nice and close to the store.  I saw a prime spot and was about to pull in, when I saw the sign in the picture above.  Now I have a Honda Element.  It’s not a gas guzzler, but I wouldn’t really consider it a “fuel efficient vehicle”.  So I backed out of the spot and moved to another spot further away.  And as I watched, a H2 pulled into the spot I just vacated.  We’re talking about a Hummer here. A Hum-freaking-V.

hummer_h2_suv_luxury_2008Fuel efficient this bad boy is not.  I mean we’re talking about single digit MPG here.  Like equivalent to a large RV.  These things are about as far from a fuel efficient car as you can get in a consumer passenger vehicle.  But this driver felt like it would be okay, maybe even funny to park his gas guzzler in the “fuel efficient” car spot.

I thought about taking a picture, but I just didn’t have the energy for another big-time, loud, in your face confrontation today.  And somehow, I didn’t think this person was the type who would thank me for my input, apologize and park somewhere else.  I’m sure this guy thought he was being terribly cute in a BS, hipster, pseudo-ironic sort of way.

This is a textbook example of somebody who is not only deeply entitled, but also apparently completely unashamed about it.  There are  lots and lots of people in the world like this.  There probably always will be. But today I decided I don’t have to take on the job of educating every completely spoiled little turd that walks the earth on two legs. I’m not his mommy.  I’m not his girlfriend or his sister or even his friend. I can choose to be neither upset nor amused by him.  I can choose to walk away.  And even though he’s getting his little moment of glory on my blog, I feel fairly confident he’ll never, ever know it.

I think this is an important lesson for me in my work.  I can stand up for myself.  I can fight for our rights.  But I also have the right to choose my own battles. I can also choose on a rainy day to pay the bad guys no mind and bring kindness into the world.  I can choose to ignore the spoiled child and hold the door for somebody else who needs a little boost.

I can choose to have the common sense to come in out of the rain.

Love,

The Fat Chick