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.