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Up until late summer of ’05, I put in a recurring headline called “Look At Me, I Can’t Park For Shit“. Back in those days, The Blog That Nobody Reads really was exactly that, so it was probably harmless to put one of George Carlin’s Seven Dirty Words right in the large-font headline.
Nowadays, there are more nobodies, so in a spirit of consideration and cooperation, we make a point of keeping the headlines clean…and pulling the spicy language down in the small-font body of the post where it fucking belongs.
And we haven’t had any “Look At Me I Can’t Park For Shit” posts in all these years. Almost five years now. Why is that? Because it was a passing phase? No…here is the spooky part. We’ve been out there with our little cell-phone camera looking for transgressions. Not as a primary purpose in our peregrinations mind you. But we have been looking. Something’s happened. People aren’t parking like fucking morons anymore. Maybe, just maybe, they’re trembling in fear of The Blog That Nobody Reads. Minding their P’s and Q’s.
Until this weekend that is.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Just so brazen and in-your-face.
For the record: You can sort of tell in this shot, but I’ll clue you in anyway. There was not plenty of parking to go around. It was a scarce commodity. People were having to park way far away, and walk & walk & walk some more, and you could tell they were pissed about it and not just a little bit desperate.
Wasn’t my problem, I already had my spot. But in my mind’s eye, this scene replayed…
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People use to intentionally take up two spaces in the parking deck back when I was at college. I would turn their car pretty much sideways, guaranteeing that they wouldn’t be able to leave until the deck emptied. Or, since I drove a freakishly small car at the time (Toyota Starlet), I would squeeze my car into the half of a parking spot, leaving a grand total of two inches clearance on either side. I’d then climb out the hatch in the back or out the side window.
Yeah, it was kind of dickish, but people who park in such a way as to hog more than one spot are doing it on purpose so as to prevent someone from parking beside them. Whatever I do that doesn’t physically damage their vehicle I consider to be fair game.
- Physics Geek | 07/27/2010 @ 06:51Hate, hate, hate asshole parkers.
Since I’m on my motorcycle about 99% of the time, if I’m not in a particularly big hurry (and I almost never am) I usually pull into the 1/2 or 1/4 spot left by the douchebag driver with about 6-7 inches to spare from their driver’s side door.
And then I’ll pull out my phone to call my wife, surf the interwebs, or something else to bide the time until Douchebag driver comes out.
The resulting conversations are hysterical and very one-sided (I’m a very big 250 lb skin-headed biker who looks like the kind of guy you’d do anything in the entire world not to have as your prison cellmate). And involves Douchebag driver having to get into their car from the passenger side of the vehicle.
Unless the driver has children with them. Then I just politely ask them to be a little more considerate in their parking, and then move my bike so they can get into their car as if they are actually a decent human being (which they’re not).
- RobbieC | 07/27/2010 @ 07:31Asshole parkers.
Yeah, they have their special place in hell.
a) if you can get a few people, turn the car sideways so they cannot get out until the other cars have left
b) flatten the tires – all of them
c) dog poop, copious amounts, spread all over the surface of the vehicle.
Of course, I’d never do anything destructive.
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