Today's grocery run was worse than usual, with people flooding Livingston both to prepare for Thanksgiving and to do Christmas shopping. It was infuriating trying to navigate the stores among hordes of people acting as if they'd never set foot in a store of any sort in their entire life.
But worst of all, as ever, is navigating the parking lot. Finding a suitable spot is bad enough. Dealing with parking lot vultures (cretins who sit in the driveways waiting up to ten minutes for someone to finish loading their car, get in the car, and drive off so they can get the space), street gabbers (people who stop in the street or driveway and have a five-minute conversation with someone else, blissfully unaware that any other drivers in the world exist), spot crammers (people who park in places that are clearly marked No Parking for very good reasons- fire lanes, wheelchair-lift-accessible handicapped spots, TREES) and other people who, in an Overstreet dictatorship, would have their driving privileges permanently revoked and their breathing privileges put on probation.
Yes, I get
just a little tetchy when it comes to inconsiderate morons in parking lots.
Which is why this feature on Huffington Post amuses me tremendously:
The Funniest Notes to Bad Parkers Ever WrittenI need to take note of some of those ideas for my own use...