Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Yesterday when I went to my Wound Care appointment, I came out to the car to discover that some nimrod had parked crooked in his parking place, leaving about 5 inches between his car and my driver’s side door. My car was full of stuff, front seat, back seat, and cargo area, from having moved a bunch of stuff over from the old house, so it was a real pain in the ass to climb in from the passenger side.

I got mad.

I left a note – it said:

“Other people have to park here too. How do you expect me to open my door when you leave 5 inches of space between us? Have some consideration. Or take parking lessons.”

The thing is, I couldn’t find a proper piece of paper, so I had to write it on the back of a receipt. I tore off all identifying information first.

The receipt was from Academy, for about 10 boxes of .223 full metal jacket ammo.

I bet he starts parking nicer.

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