So I'm driving through a parking lot this afternoon (at a suitable parking lot speed, I'll have you know) and right out of nowhere walk two young children with parents following behind. With a flagrant disregard, or totally oblivious to the fact that my 1,000 pound moving hunk of steel could put their walking days behind them, they continued through the lot, focused only on their entry into the mall.
What is it about parking lots that cause people to believe they are somehow temporarily invincible to the force of motorized metal operated by semi-focused drivers? Is there a magical fume permeating from the dried asphalt that disconnects certain nerve connections for the duration of contact? Do these pedestrians not realize that sole concern of those driving vehicles in a parking lot is finding the absolute closest spot in the quickest amount of time? This act requires serious concentration and therefore leaves no room for the minding of foot traffic.
And then, what's worse, is when those drivers find that perfect spot, pull in, turn off the motor, gather their belongings, exit the vehicle and then begin their journey into the mall, the asphalt syndrome hits them and the cycle begins again. More mindless pedestrians blindly gliding toward retail salvation.
Let's pay it forward folks and start a chain reaction of alertedness. If you're a driver, give an occasional glance for those on foot, and if you're a pedestrian, look left and right and keep an eye out for those white reverse lights.
Believing you are somehow invincible - humans are weird.
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