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Warik
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Today I had to square off against a very large human being. She weighed about 200lbs and had 3 kids.
I'm on my way to Amichi's Pizza to pick up a pizza, because, though they are one of the best pizza shops, they don't deliver. I find a spot close to the pizza shop, and decide to park. I decide to park in the "Compact" spot which, conveniently, is adjacent to another "Compact" spot occupied by a huge fucking minivan.
As I leave my car, I mumble to myself: "Nice compact car, bitch."
I enter the pizza shop, collect my goods, and depart. As I am approaching my car, the large mammoth who owns the minivan is escorting her brats to the vehicle. Normally, I would not refer to small children as brats, but normally, small children do not bang on my new car's doors and rub their hands on the windows because they think that it's "cool" that the tints show their reflection.
I place the pizza in the front passenger seat, and then, because there is not enough room between the two cars for both myself and the brats, stand patiently behind my car waiting for them to get in their car - which they do not. They simply stand there like little fools talking and screwing around. One of them continuously pulls on the handle of the minivan's door while I stand there absolutely horrified about the idea that the door may soon be unlocked, and the door will fly into mine and dent it.
I then know that I must take action.
I begin walking in the small gap to reach my door.
"Excuse me." I politely say, as the first two brats remove themselves from my path.
"Excuse me." I politely say to the smallest brat, as she stands perfectly still and stares at me as though I were speaking Greek.
"Excuse me." I say, less politely.
She gets out of my way by stepping back - back right in front of my door so I can't open it.
"That's not going to work." I tell her. Finally, she moves the HELL out of my way and I'm able to open my door. I open my door and get inside.
I start the car and begin to back up when I notice the mammoth standing in the little gap between the two cars in front of her daughter. Somehow, I'm expected to back up with 1" of space between my and her stomach.
Being the highly skilled motorist that I am, I succeed in backing completely without injuring anyone.
Just as I'm about to switch into drive and leave, she yells to my car (apparently thinking that I'm listening to the radio or cannot hear her): "You need to be more careful!"
Puzzled, I open my window and retort.
"The parking space says 'Compact Only,' you are driving a minivan."
Her: "Whattt!!!????!!"
Me: "The parking..."
Her: "You need to be more careful! You did not see the baby when you were backing up!"
Me: "I saw the baby perfectly fine. In fact, I saw her better than you did. It's quite irresponsible to let your small children roam free in a crowded parking lot."
Her: "LEARN HOW TO BE MORE CAREFUL!"
Me: "Minivans are not compact cars. Learn how to read."
What a dumb bitch.
-Warik
I'm on my way to Amichi's Pizza to pick up a pizza, because, though they are one of the best pizza shops, they don't deliver. I find a spot close to the pizza shop, and decide to park. I decide to park in the "Compact" spot which, conveniently, is adjacent to another "Compact" spot occupied by a huge fucking minivan.
As I leave my car, I mumble to myself: "Nice compact car, bitch."
I enter the pizza shop, collect my goods, and depart. As I am approaching my car, the large mammoth who owns the minivan is escorting her brats to the vehicle. Normally, I would not refer to small children as brats, but normally, small children do not bang on my new car's doors and rub their hands on the windows because they think that it's "cool" that the tints show their reflection.
I place the pizza in the front passenger seat, and then, because there is not enough room between the two cars for both myself and the brats, stand patiently behind my car waiting for them to get in their car - which they do not. They simply stand there like little fools talking and screwing around. One of them continuously pulls on the handle of the minivan's door while I stand there absolutely horrified about the idea that the door may soon be unlocked, and the door will fly into mine and dent it.
I then know that I must take action.
I begin walking in the small gap to reach my door.
"Excuse me." I politely say, as the first two brats remove themselves from my path.
"Excuse me." I politely say to the smallest brat, as she stands perfectly still and stares at me as though I were speaking Greek.
"Excuse me." I say, less politely.
She gets out of my way by stepping back - back right in front of my door so I can't open it.
"That's not going to work." I tell her. Finally, she moves the HELL out of my way and I'm able to open my door. I open my door and get inside.
I start the car and begin to back up when I notice the mammoth standing in the little gap between the two cars in front of her daughter. Somehow, I'm expected to back up with 1" of space between my and her stomach.
Being the highly skilled motorist that I am, I succeed in backing completely without injuring anyone.
Just as I'm about to switch into drive and leave, she yells to my car (apparently thinking that I'm listening to the radio or cannot hear her): "You need to be more careful!"
Puzzled, I open my window and retort.
"The parking space says 'Compact Only,' you are driving a minivan."
Her: "Whattt!!!????!!"
Me: "The parking..."
Her: "You need to be more careful! You did not see the baby when you were backing up!"
Me: "I saw the baby perfectly fine. In fact, I saw her better than you did. It's quite irresponsible to let your small children roam free in a crowded parking lot."
Her: "LEARN HOW TO BE MORE CAREFUL!"
Me: "Minivans are not compact cars. Learn how to read."
What a dumb bitch.
-Warik

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