Here's a few stories for you.
I pull into a slot at costco. I'm next to a planter box out in the middle of the lot and I'm right next to it so I leave lots of space on my passenger side so the person that parks next to me will have plenty of room to get out of their car.
I squeeze out of my door and walk to the tail gate to lock up the canopy. A large brand new suv pulls in right up against my truck. I think "that's too close, he's gonna move it over" and walk off. It's so obvious to me that in order to get out he HAS to move it. no worries ... lots of spaces out there.
I finish my shopping and come out to find the SUV still snugged up against my truck. I put my purchases in the truck bed and squeese down between the vehicles. AARRGGHH! The SOB in the SUV had scratched the hell out of my truck getting out. Big Ding and zig-zag scratch.
I couldn't wait all day for the idiot to come out and I was hot. I leave plenty of room and the idiot still did it!
I just left but I wasn't the only one with a zig-zag scratch in my door.
Several years ago... Holiday shopping season... local mall
I have a cold from Hell. I'm going through boxes of kleenex a day. Burning eyes , fever, joints aching, green thing being hacked up...the whole miserable mess. I also have an intestinal disease that was flaring up and had lost 30 pounds in 3 months. From 160 to 130. I looked like a walking corpse. Felt like one too.
I HAVE to run to the drug store for a prescription...no choice. The store is in a strip mall and it's crowded with holiday shoppers. The parking lot is PACKED. I'm cruising up and down the lanes looking for a slot...nothing happening. I've gotta hurry urges are comming.But, right up front is a cadillac parked to take up SIX spaces. These spaces are up towards the front. Now the only way the caddie could have gotten there was if it was someone who had gotten there before the stores open. I had to of belonged to a manager of one of the stores. As I cruised I saw four cars TRY to fit into one of the slots that the guy was blocking. They couldn't do it. They were pissed!
I finally had to take a slot at the far edge. I've got to hurry ...urges are comming, stronger now. I get out and go get my script filled. The pharmacist knew me by name and knew my condition. She saw me shuffling down the aisle towards her and had it ready before I even got to the busy counter. I asked her if she knew anyone driving a caddilac. She said "No, but he's p.o.ed a lot of people parking like that" She knew exactly what I meant.
I paid and shuffled off back towards my truck. By now I'm shaking, bad and I can feel the fever is back in full swing... on top of that I sense that the diarhea that I'd held off was on it's way back too. Great, I'll be lucky if I can get home before shipping my pants. Nose running, hacking up green ones, I shuffled past the caddy keeping my legs together. I turned and put a big green one in the middle of his passenger side window.
He probably thought "people just don't like it if you have nice things". WRONG! He pissed off at least 100 people that day by being an inconsiderate axx!
Yes, I did make it home to the john but just barely.