I parked my car on the hill on the south side of campus today, and when I came back from class, some bastard had parked (half in the yellow) his oversized SUV actually touching my rear bumper. Of course, I was awfully close to the car in front of me, and it took five minutes to squeeze myself out of there–the bumper to bumper was actually convenient because I drive a manual, I just let it rest there, but what a dick move. And I could see open parking spots another block away. Guy couldn’t be bothered to walk an extra block so he blocked me in.
I drove around the block, and left him a nasty note. “Hey asshole, nice parking. Enjoy the dent.” Then I kneed in his door and set off the car alarm.
Maybe I’m a little more stressed than I’m admitting to myself.
Anyway, I’m feeling guilty that I don’t feel guilty about it. Know what I mean?