Parking filled with frustration
My watch read 2:05 p.m., and the interview was not scheduled until 2:30 p.m. Time seemed to be on my side.
But as I scanned the parking lot for my large, white, aging vehicle, something was not right. Blocking my bone-colored baby was a huge delivery truck, presumably dropping off food items at a nearby business. I tiptoed around the truck, unlocked my car door and had a seat.