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Why are people such A**holes?!: A rant

I am very fortunate in the fact that there are very few BAD days in my life.  I am blessed for the most part, but when I do have a bad day or even a bad moment, I know that I can come here and write and rant all about it.

Today’s topic:  Why Are People Such Assholes?:  The Parking Lot Edition.

Yesterday while dropping some major “benjamins”  on P’s new work clothes we came across this sight:


Your eyes are not deceiving you.  The driver of the gray SUV created his own parking spot by thinking outside the lines and pinning the middle car in.

If the driver was a senior citizen, I could let it pass, but as P and I left the mall we saw the culprits.  The offenders were two women in their 40s looking perplexed as to why a ticket was plastered to their windshield.

Then today as I left the gym I noticed a young girl (I would put her in her early 20s) in the car next to mine parked thisclose to my driver’s side door.  the-bad-parkingAt first I thought she was about to leave so I waited.  Then I noticed she was only fixing her hair (I guess this girl didn’t get the memo that you are supposed to look like shit at the gym).  I then looked at her and said (in what I thought was an adorable  and joking tone, but it probably came out  a little bitchy along with some fire-breathing effects) “I can’t get into my car”.  She looked at me for a second, then…wait for it.  ROLLED. UP. THE. WINDOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  She then continued to play with her hair (because appartently that is what people do with IQs between the range of “I don’t give a shit” and “my parents didn’t beat me enough as a child”.  I had to shimmy my way through the passenger side door (good motivation to stay in shape I guess) and I drove home pissed.  What else could I have done?  I couldn’t force her to move her car. If I would have called 911, they would have called me overdramatic and there is no gym parking lot police…but maybe there should be…maybe there should be…

So what is it with people and parking.  Granted, in the examples above the “people” are women, but I am a woman and I park divinely.   Why are people such assholes?  Does anyone have an answer to this age old question, or do women just park like shit?  I want to know.

Thanks for listening, you guys are much cheaper than a therapist and I feel a lot better after getting that off my B cup sized chest!


I also would like to thank everyone who has “liked” my facebook page (I know that none of you are assholes and you all are parking champs).