Whoa! Mrs. HM is on a rampage today! I'd been robbed of my beauty sleep, trapped like an old bat in a lair in my bedroom for 75 minutes (story coming up eventually), and had just come from waiting 20 minutes in line for bad bagging choices at The Devil's Playground. I was in no mood to suffer a parking fool. So I took matters and my cell phone camera into my own hands.
That ne'er-do-well is across my two favorite parking spaces at the Casey's over by The Devil's Playground. Oh, you may tsk-tsk and make excuses. "Well, it just parked like the truck on the other side of the striped handicap walkway..."
NO! No, no, no! There are lines painted on the blacktop. Parking in that row is nose-in, just like I am parked in T-Hoe!
You may not see the lines in my picture, because the lighting is all blown out in the bright 91-DEGREE sun. If you look closely, you'll see one at the bottom of the picture, and another in front of that car's bumper, and one running under the middle of the car.
WHO DOES THAT? Takes up TWO parking spaces?
I'm not even blurring out the license number. SHAME! Shame on you!
Perfect justice could have been achieved if a car had parked in that handicap spot denoted by the sign, and then a Coca Cola truck had parked along the road behind this scoff-lot, trapping it in the 91-DEGREE HEAT for a half hour.
I'm pretty sure Even Steven is on the case, though.