The 2 ton mini van versus the 135 lb techchick

The BBQ Pit
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I consider all drivers in shopping center parking lots to be insane, especially around stores like Walmart and Publix. Publix has those pedestrian crossings with stop signs right in front of their stores, but you would be surprised at the large amount of cranky, little old men behind the wheels of these monster luxury cars who hate to wait for walkers to pass. They’ll barely stop at the sign and if someone has entered the cross walk, they’ll hunker down and zoom through, almost clipping the person in the process.

You walk in these parking lots at your own risk because everyone is in a determined hunt to find the best spot that not only will they nearly run your butt over pulling into it before someone else does, but will park and wait for someone to back out of their spot, ensuring that 20 cars get held up behind them.

I still get stunned at the cheek of some old farts who pull up in the temporary loading or parking zone in front of the store, let the wife out, then sit there, motor running, A/C on, flashers going and reading the paper for the 20 minutes she is inside, instead of going and parking like he is supposed to.

Do big, heavy, luxury cars preferred by old farts come with a certificate that says they can park and do what they want in parking lots because they can afford the car?

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Idjit ashhole drivers are one thing, but let’s not forget the idjit asshole pedestrians.

<throbbing vein in temple>

Like the peckersnots who decide to cross at an intersection a few seconds after the DON’T WALK sign starts flashing. After they notice you sitting there patiently, signal blinking, waiting to turn, what do they do? Move a little faster? No. Nonchalantly continue to mosey across the street at their own pace, everybody else be damned? No. The former would be nice, and I can at least understand the don’t-give-a-fuck attitude of the latter, but they have neither the courtesy nor the balls to try either…

They fucking MIME running across the street. You know what I’m talking about.

Thanks for the consideration, fuckstick. I appreciate the extra effort you put into looking like a dipwad and pissing me off.

Next time one of those fuckers pulls any of the that fake jog pretending to be in a hurry shit I’m gonna gun my 3.1 liters of screaming horsepower and plaster the sumbitch on my windsheild.

</throbbing vein in temple>