jaunthie | Having to fight that judgmental gene again

As I was backing the vanpool into an open parking space this morning, another vehicle - a BEHEMOTH truck (with only one person in it, natch) whips around my front end and pulls into the slot next to me, even before I'm done backing in and straightening out. The driver jumps out of the truck (again, before I'm done pulling in), closes the door, walks to the back of his truck, and then stands there at the end of his truck and waits for me to get out of the van with all my stuff. He wishes me a cheery good morning before scooting past me to go re-close his door, which didn't close correctly the first time. We both disappear into the building, me to walk up the one flight of stairs to my office floor (despite the bad foot), and him into the first floor somewhere...until I see him again on the second floor and realize he made a beeline for the elevators.

I have to admit it. When I saw him pulling in in that overlarge gas-guzzing monster before I was done parking, my immediate gut-check reaction was "what a selfish, resource-wasting, I'm-more-important-than-anyone @$$hole". Then I felt badly about it after the cheery "good morning"...until I saw him again on the second floor and realized that he had taken the elevators, at which point I felt justified in my "he's self-absorbed and resource-wasting" assessment of his character.

I'm so judgmental sometimes.