What is it about slanted lanes that makes parking correctly so goddamn hard?
And when you get out and (presumably) notice you’re too far foward, why not take 30 seconds to fix it?
You only have two options as a excuse: 1.) It’s too difficult, or 2.) You’re too lazy. There’s no third option, so throw out false dichotomy.
“I have less than no fucks to give. If you lent me some, that’d get me back to zero.”
Also: of-fucking-course this happened at Southridge Mall.
“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.