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My wife is normally the only one in the car with brains, but she becomes Dr. Jekyll in parking lots. Last week, we had finished eating at our favorite Mexican place, and I was backing out of our parking space. There was a car waiting for my spot (since the place is usually packed) and I was trying to back out at an angle that would make it easy for him to pull in. Suddenly, two blonde college Barbies appeared in my rear view mirror; they had just walked out of the restaurant's door and they were walking toward their car. Instead of stopping or walking around my little area, they both walked straight to the bumper of my car and one of them kicked the bumper and muttered something. I stopped and waited for them to walk around my car, and then continued backing out. Luckily, it didn't register with my wife what had just happened until I'd backed all the way out, because that's when she went ballistic.; "Did they kick our car? Did that bitch say something? Stop the car!" and all kinds of stuff like that.
She would have killed them if I'd stopped.
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