Parking
Double parkers, two-spot clowns, and gas-pump squatters.
While shopping this fucking guy blocks the left side of the isle with his cart. Then...
Shopping cart isle killer While shopping this fucking guy blocks the left side of the isle with his cart. Then his physical body aban...
While shopping this fucking guy blocks the left side of the isle with his cart. Then his physical body abandons the cart and shops the right side of the isle. Essentially blocking the entire isle in the grocery store.
Because his mid-tier SUV is apparently a museum piece.
This fucking guy parks across two spots like the whole lot is valet-reserved for him.
He angles across both lines like he is protecting the crown jewels, then walks into Target wearing flip-flops and no visible urgency.
The gas station is not your personal long-term parking garage.
This fucking guy treats the gas pump like a reserved parking spot.
He finishes fueling, leaves the car right there, and heads inside for snacks like the six cars behind him are just part of the scenery.
A three-point turn, a reset, and now everybody in the aisle is trapped.
This fucking guy turns one parking space into a full event.
He keeps correcting, pulling forward, and starting over until the entire lot has become a live demonstration of spatial denial.
The return corral is ten feet away and somehow that is too much cardio.
This fucking guy leaves the cart beside your car instead of walking ten feet.
He unloads the groceries, gives the cart a light shove toward your bumper, and leaves like he just completed a civic duty.
Parking pages work best when the offending move is obvious in one sentence and specific enough that a stranger can picture the whole scene immediately.