I’ve got a lot of pet peeves. I’m sure you do, too. One of them, for me, is bad parking. Check out these two photos:
To the dbag on the left: Park further away if you don’t want your precious mauve sh*tmobile to get scratched. Back in my college days, this would’ve earned your car getting slawed.
Aside: Way, way, way back-in-the-day when I was a student, parking was a premium. You know the trick—over sell permits. Well, one evening a bunch of us came back from KFC. We had some leftovers. We spotted some big-ass Impala parked sideways, taking up two precious spaces. The ultimate betrayal. So, we went Old Testament on the car and used our leftover coleslaw and packets of butter to decorate said vehicle. Grrr…
Now, back to this post.
To the dbag on the right: Wait. That dbag is ME! I raise my hand and apologize to the rest of the driving world because I park like an idiot. Ever since I’ve become an SUV owner, I can’t park! And I’ve had my SUV for four years.
I’m my own self-fulfilling pet peeve. Yay, me. Is there some kind of trophy for this?
Editor-in-chief Kathy Vogel shares what's on her mind... through her fingers.