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I have taken to leaving notes on windshields-'next time, try parking BETWEEN the lines, not over them'.
I was recently blocked from entering my car by a Cadillac Escalade that was so close alongside my car, I thought it hit mine. For 45 minutes, I waited for the owner to emerge from the Target store. When I saw a well-dressed old geezer exit the store, I knew I had the culprit. As he entered his spaceship, I let him have it. I cursed him left and right, screamed at him how much of a moron he is and had no business driving that monster if he can't park it and threatened to get a lawyer if there's but one scratch on my car. His response to this? "Dot cah vas not dere before". HELLO? How'd I get out of it then, you $(&%$&^.
Picking up my kids from school is a lesson in patience that I am failing miserably. Why can't women park??? They swing up to the curb, leaving about 6ft between them and the minivan in front, making it impossible for the rest of us to get parked. ANd if they DO leave enough space, you should see their faces when I go to parallel park in fron of them!! Pure terror....
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