Man, parking lots (or the people using them, rather) are one thing that can really get me irritated. A few years back I got a new job and thus a new place to park. I parked at the far side of the lot where no one else was, but there was this big old beater boat that would almost always park right beside me. Even on days when I got there after him, he was parked way out there -- I never could figure it, because the parking spot was farther from the direction he walked in when he got out (this was at a University, so there are lots of buildings where he could have worked).
I liked parking a lot better when <strong class='bbc'><em class='bbc'>I[/b][/i] was driving the beater! If some moron would park really close, I would just go ahead and oblige him by opening my door as if his car wasn't there (I'm talking if someone was parked so close, for no good reason, that I barely had room to open my door).
Here's another funny thing I saw once: I parked at a bookstore, went in, and when I came out there was this big beater van parked so close to me that I could barely open my door to get into my car. I was pissed, but had to laugh when I got up to my car, because someone had long ago keyed <strong class='bbc'>"F*** you a**hole don't park so close!"[/b] into the side of the van. The keying was so old that the marks were all rusted and the rust was running down the side of the van. I guess this guy had been parking that way for years!
