Why can’t fucking inconsiderate fuckwits watch where the fuck they’re opening their fucking car doors?
Oh, and while we’re about it, here’s a fucking memorandum for the head of whichever two-bit fucking private fucking parking company South West Trains have contracted their cunting car park out to this week: parking spaces need to be more than six fucking feet wide. Especially when you have the temerity to put the fucking prices up every couple of months. I am now paying 60 pence per foot of totally inadequate fucking space, so I have to squeeze my way into a space that would barely accommodate a go-kart, and leave myself the choice of being unable to get out of the fucking car, or park so close to the adjacent car that he won’t be able to get in, and will probably dent/scratch my paintwork trying.
That is all.