drivers

There’s a special place in hell reserved for people who believe they have Rightful Parking Inheritance.

You know them well. I saw one today and resisted the urge to take my lovely, smart Jetta and jam one of my headlights into the driver’s side door. I managed to reason myself out of that rather suicidal urge through two reasons:

1. I could get lunch quickly if I just ran my errand and went back home; smashing into her car, being arrested and booked, and then having to have a nice long guilty chat with my insurance agent would likely delay lunch by several hours, thereby making me cranky
   
   
2. Jeff would kill me.

Hunger pangs won the day. (They tend to do that.)