A sense of avenger....
Now, I'm know I'm a little on the childish side. Maybe even a LOT on the childish side, but every once in a while, I do something so childish, that I'm a little surprised that I had it in me.
For whatever reason, I've got a problem with people who park their "too fucking cool" cars diagonally across parking spaces to keep people from getting too close. It probably stems from some sense of "that's not fair - they're using more spaces than they should" within me. But typically, I find these yahoos have parked far away from the rest of the cars in a lot, so it doesn't really affect me one way or another. (Aside from a snarky comment under my breath when no one's listening.)
Tonight, I pulled into the grocery store lot and there was a mid-life crisis mobile (red, with a spoiler!!) parked across three spaces right up near the store. "Jerk", I muttered to myself as I parked in the next available space. I went into the store and bought what I needed and when I came out, the car was still there. I brought my purchases to the car and went to return the cart to the corral (something that I ALWAYS do because it's a fairly inclined parking lot and a runaway cart could really do some damage) Well, something inside me just sort of snapped and I turned around and pushed the cart into the "I Have A Small Penis" car's left front fender. Not hard...In fact, it didn't even touch the other car, but when the bozo who owned it came out, he couldn't miss it.
Okay, so that was a little childish, but I felt like some sort of civil avenger. Did I go home? No, the mean spirited, petty part of me, turned my car around and parked opposite of the little red menace and waited for Short Stick to arrive. He got there about two minutes later - pushing his cart...Or should I say, his girlfriend/wife/enabler was pushing the cart and he was blithely chatting away on his cell phone. She saw the offending cart first and stopped dead in the lot. He saw it and immediately ran up to his precious little baby and examined her for any dings or smudges. He pulls the cart away and SHE takes it from him to return to the corral along with their cart. As he's just about to get in, this HUGE freakin' guy walks through the lot and says to him, "nice parking job, tool." Well, Mr. NeedleDick had his limit and threw the car into reverse and sped out of the lot.
Yep, I'm a big child, aren't I?
For whatever reason, I've got a problem with people who park their "too fucking cool" cars diagonally across parking spaces to keep people from getting too close. It probably stems from some sense of "that's not fair - they're using more spaces than they should" within me. But typically, I find these yahoos have parked far away from the rest of the cars in a lot, so it doesn't really affect me one way or another. (Aside from a snarky comment under my breath when no one's listening.)
Tonight, I pulled into the grocery store lot and there was a mid-life crisis mobile (red, with a spoiler!!) parked across three spaces right up near the store. "Jerk", I muttered to myself as I parked in the next available space. I went into the store and bought what I needed and when I came out, the car was still there. I brought my purchases to the car and went to return the cart to the corral (something that I ALWAYS do because it's a fairly inclined parking lot and a runaway cart could really do some damage) Well, something inside me just sort of snapped and I turned around and pushed the cart into the "I Have A Small Penis" car's left front fender. Not hard...In fact, it didn't even touch the other car, but when the bozo who owned it came out, he couldn't miss it.
Okay, so that was a little childish, but I felt like some sort of civil avenger. Did I go home? No, the mean spirited, petty part of me, turned my car around and parked opposite of the little red menace and waited for Short Stick to arrive. He got there about two minutes later - pushing his cart...Or should I say, his girlfriend/wife/enabler was pushing the cart and he was blithely chatting away on his cell phone. She saw the offending cart first and stopped dead in the lot. He saw it and immediately ran up to his precious little baby and examined her for any dings or smudges. He pulls the cart away and SHE takes it from him to return to the corral along with their cart. As he's just about to get in, this HUGE freakin' guy walks through the lot and says to him, "nice parking job, tool." Well, Mr. NeedleDick had his limit and threw the car into reverse and sped out of the lot.
Yep, I'm a big child, aren't I?