So I took some dry-cleaning in to my favorite drycleaners today. These guys are the cheapest cleaners in town – under $2 per garment. It is a bare bones operation. The employees are likely making minimum wage and are usually pretty cool. I believe that you get what you pay for, so I expect the occasional broken button. The line was slow because some fat asshole with an arm full of shitty polyester golf shirts was berating one of the employees about: what a crappy job they did; how they always do a crappy job; and how he has had enough of their crap. He then proceeded to storm out. I paid for my cleaning, turned to leave, and WHOA – asshole was standing in the doorway. He was taking up the whole door.
He decided to make a stand right there and demand to know "who-in-the-Hell" parked so close to his Jaguar. I tried to excuse myself and get around him. He ignored me, and demanded (louder this time and right over my head) to know what the Hell was going on with this parking situation.
When a harried soccer-mom admitted to owning the van next to his Jag, I pushed Asshole out of the way as he moved in on her. Once outside, I noticed that the Jag wasn't parked between the lines. He was way over – into her space.
If I ever see that Jag again, I’m slashing the tires.