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A benefit of early arrival at work is that I get my pick of parking spots.  Today, I arrived at around 4 AM after the lot had been plowed but not yet salted and was completely unable to make out any of the painted lines defining the spots.  I went so far as to park, get out, and start hacking at the thin layer of ice with the tip of an umbrella to try to find a line with no success.  So, I tried reparking in what I thought was my usual spot in the front row, as a pull through, second from the left which I think is the best spot in the lot.  I got out, eyeballed it and went about my day.  When I left around noon the ice had melted and the parking lines became clear: I truly did get the best four spots in the parking lot.

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Chuck decided to argue with me.  He and I were asked to draw up changes to the parking policy.  I stated that we should have someone stand at the entrance gate.  He said we wouldn’t have to if people would read the instructions we gave them.  I then stated we could remind the camping secretary to remind them, and he said they could carry in their gear if they weren’t such wusses.  I replied that wasn’t within the scope of what we were asked to do, he said that didn’t matter… Now, normally, I’m up for a good argument, but a series of precisely executed non-sequitors doesn’t meet this criterion.  Gah!  Logical fallacies should be considered misdemeanor offenses.