When One Door Closes...

One of the things I hate about our Primary Care Physician's Office, is the lack of adequate parking spaces for patients. Just the other day, as I circled around impatiently, wishing that a parking spot would miraculously appear, dreading the thought of being late…again for a scheduled appointment, a minivan pulls out.
“Hallelujah!” I exclaimed.
Turning to Scrawny, I said, “You know, when one door closes, another opens.”
“By itself?” She asked, with a puzzled look on her face.