“The parking lot is at least 3/4 empty, but I FUCKING NEED this spot, and NOTHING WILL STOP ME!”
Snow invalidates parking lines or one’s responsibility to correctly space cars. Everyone knows that.
Four feet between bumper and wall. I stepped it off. Four fucking feet.
In this person’s defense, I’d be in a hurry everywhere I went if I drove a minivan, too.
If you’re gonna park selfishly, you’d better do it in a Cadillac SUV. And make sure it’s the biggest one they make. You wouldn’t wanna take up less space than is physically possible, right?
I can’t decide which is douchier, the parking job or the paint job.
Found in Albuquerque, presumably. Thanks to Brett for the picture.
In this person’s defense, the snow makes it impossible to see the lines.
The sign is two words, and that’s two more words than I have time to read.
If there aren’t any spaces left in a parking lot, what other option does one have but to invent your own space even if it blocks others from leaving?
It’s not like you can park in the nearby street or anything.
(Note: the open spaces in view likely weren’t there when these assholes parked perpendicular to everyone else. At least, I’d hope so.)