Before I get into this story, can I just say that I can parallel park like I've been driving for 30 years. But where I seem to have a problem is the easy, pull into a parking lot stuff that it becomes clear I've only been driving for 3 years. So they don't teach you how to pull into a parking lot in driving school, shoot me.
I'm fessing up here, just so you know. When you are looking for a parking space in a crowded lot, you know that asshole who takes up two or three spots? Yeah, that's me. Sorry. I don't mean it. Really, I don't. I don't know what it is. I just can't judge accurately.
But hey, you should see the itty-bitty spaces I get that big ass Escelade into on a city street. Unbelievable.
Lately I have been having car problems so I've been driving either a pick up truck or an Escalade. Hmm, this could easily be a metaphor for my life.
Anyway, this morning I had to drive into town to speak before City Council (Another story I'll tell you all about later, I promise).
So I parked in the Kaufman's lot. I checked my parking job before walking away. It wasn't perfect, but hey, it was one of my better ones. So I went on my merry way.
Imagine my surprise when I return an hour later to find the following note on my car. I am quoting here folks:
'Hey- Jagoff! You made it pretty hard for me to get into my car by the way you parked. Have a little consideration for other people!! Hope your kindness all comes back to you in spades!! (insert happy face)