For the second day in a row, I’ve pulled into a parking space at work to find a person sitting in the car next to me.

“Well, that’s not so strange,” you say.

You’re right, it’s not. I get to work around 8:30 AM, and so do hundreds of other people in my building.

The difference is that these people are just sitting in their cars. The cars are running … they’re not on the phone, maybe they’re listening to the radio or whatever, but they’re not in the process of getting their things together and getting out of the car.

I find this odd.