My pet peeve is the ass people who park in the Fire Lanes at the mall for no freakin reason. Hell, one strip mall has the entire run of it parked full most of the time and there are close spaces open for you to go in and wall that couple of feet. I noticed able-bodies people parking in those “No Parking Zones”, etc. for no valid reason. The cops are too lazy to ticket them.
Tempra paint. The preschool stuff. Comes in huge bottles. Washes off with a bit of water.
(My favorite use for it was painting my room white then going nuts with my friends and a pile of paint brushes.
Of course the birthday party where I let my little sisters and friends paint my white car was pretty neat too. So it does come off cars just fine.)
If it’s too big to park, it’s too big to drive. I leave notes telling people that.
I also have a problem with the companies that started striping parking spaces smaller just after everyone started driving those giant SUVs. I still think people shouldn’t drive them if they can’t park them, but the lots with the teensy spaces make me a little more sympathetic.
In Buffalo, the politically incorrect for the act in question was “parking Italian.” Consider that the majority of cars you would find parked in two or more spaces were Camaros, Firebirds and Cadillacs, and you’ll understand why. I always wanted to carry around a grease pencil for “the act.”
In Denver, space hogs were out in full force. Because of the area’s disturbing affluence, it seemed as if every third or fourth car was a Lexus, Infiniti, Mercedes or BMW. Many took up two spaces to protect their oh-so-precious color-changing clearcoat paint. Denver also has a higher percentage of SUVs than ant other American city, so woe be to you if you snag a primo spot with no neighboring cars, and return to find yourself squeezed in between two Excursions. Excursions, Explorers and Suburbans in compact spaces, too … ARGH!