Got to my car last night to see this. I swear, this mini-van is so far up my backside that it’s giving my engine a heart massage. Oh, it could have parked a bit further away from me–there was room to be had to the corner–but I guess the onion ass of my Echo was too irresistable. What’s even more depressing is you know the driver didn’t nestle their behemoth softly next to mine, but let it roll until they saw my car shake form the however-slight (I hope) impact.
Whenever confronted with such idiotic temerity, my normal initial reaction is to rant and rail and wish misfortune on them and theirs. However, I’ve been trying for the zen approach, so I left a note instead.
Of course, the only “gift” I left in this case was the note itself. But, I can just imagine the driver whenever, henceforth, they hear every squeak, creak, and bleep .