Karma is a bitch...
...or in this case, a bastard.
Yesterday, I received a call that some artwork that I was having framed was ready for pickup. Today, I was working the Saturday shift at work, which is less than a mile from the mall where the art store was. I was in the area, so I decided to pick it up.
...at lunchtime. ...on Saturday. ...at the mall.
It was packed. I spent about 15 minutes roaming the parking lot, just trying to find a spot. Everywhere is full, including the bank parking lot across the street.
Then I turn a corner around a snow bank...and there's a little blue asshole of a CR-V that's taking up two parking spots. And it's pretty obvious by where he's parked that it was intentional, not just "I missed the line."
Then I hear a voice from on high. "I am Karma. I decree: smite that bitch!" (ok, maybe there wasn't a voice, but the feeling was there.)
I look at the space on the driver's side, say to my self "oh yeah, we can do this," then pull in. I parked my car in the middle of my space...which put the side of my car less than 1 inch from his drivers side. I get out, jot down the license number (WI 395-LJP, if anyone else wants to hassle this asshole), and grab a piece of paper from my laptop bag. I write a quick note that says "I've got your license plate number, just in case." and put it on his windshield. I then go pick up my art.
About 30 min later, I get back to my car. The blue CR-V is still right where I left it, but now there's two notes on my windshield. The first is the piece of paper I put on his, with a reply of "Asshole". The other one says this:
Dude, you're my hero! Teaching that asshole how to park! Hell ya! -the Escape that was in front of you
And, some photo reference (sorry, the parking lines didn't show up in the pics):
Yesterday, I received a call that some artwork that I was having framed was ready for pickup. Today, I was working the Saturday shift at work, which is less than a mile from the mall where the art store was. I was in the area, so I decided to pick it up.
...at lunchtime. ...on Saturday. ...at the mall.
It was packed. I spent about 15 minutes roaming the parking lot, just trying to find a spot. Everywhere is full, including the bank parking lot across the street.
Then I turn a corner around a snow bank...and there's a little blue asshole of a CR-V that's taking up two parking spots. And it's pretty obvious by where he's parked that it was intentional, not just "I missed the line."
Then I hear a voice from on high. "I am Karma. I decree: smite that bitch!" (ok, maybe there wasn't a voice, but the feeling was there.)
I look at the space on the driver's side, say to my self "oh yeah, we can do this," then pull in. I parked my car in the middle of my space...which put the side of my car less than 1 inch from his drivers side. I get out, jot down the license number (WI 395-LJP, if anyone else wants to hassle this asshole), and grab a piece of paper from my laptop bag. I write a quick note that says "I've got your license plate number, just in case." and put it on his windshield. I then go pick up my art.
About 30 min later, I get back to my car. The blue CR-V is still right where I left it, but now there's two notes on my windshield. The first is the piece of paper I put on his, with a reply of "Asshole". The other one says this:
Dude, you're my hero! Teaching that asshole how to park! Hell ya! -the Escape that was in front of you
And, some photo reference (sorry, the parking lines didn't show up in the pics):