I waited patiently for what promised to be a superior
parking spot. As I was idling to the right of the sport-coup that was getting ready
to leave, an SUV moved to the left of my premium space.
Of course, as the next car-in-line I was ready to move. The little
sport-coup pulled out facing me. OH NO, this could not be. I beeped several tims
to alert the big, ugly SUV gliding into my spot. MY SPOT! I held the horn down for several seconds. It did no good. I’ll kill the son-of-bitch.
OK, I will not kill the miserable bastard. I have spotted
another slot just a little further on, so it isn’t really a problem, except
that FUCKING BASTARD would have seen that spot & chose to not back up ten
feet and claim his rightful parking slot.
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