the nerve of some people

it is my parking spot after all. and there is absolutely no reason for you to be there in the first place. 'cause there are dozens of empty spaces in the immediate vicinity. for the underground parking garage is practically deserted even on the busiest of days. and come the winter months, when the snowbirds have already completed their southern migration, the lot is even more barren than usual. and so when i arrived at my designated spot yesterday afternoon, i had every right to be slightly perturbed by the sight of your oversized jalopy in my lane. you have your own parking space. so use it. but what really incensed me was your reaction to my honk. my lone honk. my single honk. my innocuous honk. hardly a raging tirade or a stream of resentful invective. besides, how else did you expect me to indicate that you were blocking my way? did you honestly expect me to get out of my vehicle and gently tap on your window? or send you a text message on your blackberry? or sit idling in the garage until you were finished doing whatever it was that you were doing in the front seat of your love machine? so just get the hell out of my spot. and pronto. look man, i have things to do. do you? i have places to go. do you? based on your reaction time to my exhortations yesterday, i would have to say no. and so the next time i find you in my parking spot and i politely encourage you to relocate, i would suggest that you do so. forthwith. no sour faces. no rolling eyes. no wild gesticulations. just hop in your ride, throw it in reverse, and move.

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