Don’t you just hate the fucker in the Beemer who steals your parking space? You know that space in the company parking lot. The one that does not have your name or a reserved sign on it, but which every other regular parker knows is YOURS!
You sweep in off the road, swear at the automatic boom that is not working again, swing around the corner to your spot, and THERE IS SOMEBODY PARKED IN IT! Instant frothing at the mouth! You always park there! That is your space! Doesn’t he know he cannot park there?
Parking next to the thief is just not the same. The feeling of loss and intrusion overwhelms you! Should you open the door a little harder and wider than you really need to? It is very tempting to leave one of life’s little dings in the illegal parker’s door. You get out muttering to yourself.
Your whole day is stuffed!
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