The Bane of a Pregnant Woman’s Existence
Jul 28, 2009 | Filed Under: Candy's Column,Pregnancy | Tags: Grrrr
Drivers that INSIST on parking so close to our cars, that we can barely squeeze our pregnant bellies through the door without coating ourselves with margarine first.
A dramatic reenactment, not the actual vehicles of the author or offending douchebags who need to go back to Parking College
Seriously. This happens every single time I go to Starbucks or the grocery store — even if I park in the outermost region of the parking lot, somewhere in the vicinity of Siberia where NOBODY ELSE IS PARKED. A prankster, bored and crabby from living in a place like Siberia, will inevitably spot my car and cackle, “Ha! Let’s f*ck with the fat pregnant lady who drove all the way from Los Angeles to the frozen tundra for a big parking spot and overpriced latte!”
But if they want to get THAT close, the least they could do is buy my car a drink. Geesh.
Alex
says:
Oh God, please push your kid out soon, this is getting far too intimate! Ha ha. I have had to climb through the passenger door while my kids hid in embarrassment. As my pants probably showed too much (why can’t they stay up? Hello, elastic waist!) butt cleavage.
Yes, the whole of Australia has probably seen my ass. Yay. C’mon, you push yours out and maybe mine will be a tag along and pop out too.
July 28th, 2009 at 2:55 am -Rebecca
says:
Last time someone did that to me I left the guy a note behind the windscreen wiper: “If that’s 50 cm to you I don’t even want to think what size your di** is.”
July 28th, 2009 at 7:31 am -I knew it was a guy, though.
Darrel Loran
says:
I stumbled across your blog and think it’s fantastic, keep posting!
June 26th, 2010 at 9:55 pm -