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Mom and I are up at the corner grabbing coffee on the way to work; in the car.
We find one spot on the street and mom starts backing in...suddenly I see a leg in the side mirror. It's a guy sitting on the curb with his feet in the parking space (I think his car is parked behind where we're trying to get in).
Mom backs up as far as she dares...she can't get all the way in, which means the car in front of us is going to have a really hard time getting out if he wants to leave first. Buddy doesn't move, he's glued to his phone yakking about something.
Mom says something to him as we're getting out, something to the effect of "I didn't see you and almost hit you! What the hell are you doing in the street?!"
Guy: "Okay, thanks for the lecture."
Mom: "Get out of the street. There are better places to make a phone call. I was just concerned that I would hit you."
Guy (really snotty): "Why don't you just shut the
up, bitch?" 
I was itching to say something to the douche, but mom hurried us into the cafe.
When we come back, he's leaning on his car. I was halfway hoping that he'd decide to lean on ours as then it would be on (you do not mess with Mama Dreamstalker's car AT ALL). Still on his phone, probably telling whoever about the rude bitch who was nice enough to not hit him.
Mom: "The next driver won't be as careful. Parking spots are for CARS."
Guy: "Whatever, bitch."
She has to back up a fair bit in order to actually get out of the space, which she does...she's waiting for the guy to lay a hand on her car. Sadly he never does.
I have a suspicion that the guy wanted to get hit, much like the ninja cyclists around here. In any collision, it's automatically the car's fault...we need a dashcam.
We find one spot on the street and mom starts backing in...suddenly I see a leg in the side mirror. It's a guy sitting on the curb with his feet in the parking space (I think his car is parked behind where we're trying to get in).
Mom backs up as far as she dares...she can't get all the way in, which means the car in front of us is going to have a really hard time getting out if he wants to leave first. Buddy doesn't move, he's glued to his phone yakking about something.
Mom says something to him as we're getting out, something to the effect of "I didn't see you and almost hit you! What the hell are you doing in the street?!"
Guy: "Okay, thanks for the lecture."
Mom: "Get out of the street. There are better places to make a phone call. I was just concerned that I would hit you."
Guy (really snotty): "Why don't you just shut the
up, bitch?" I was itching to say something to the douche, but mom hurried us into the cafe.
When we come back, he's leaning on his car. I was halfway hoping that he'd decide to lean on ours as then it would be on (you do not mess with Mama Dreamstalker's car AT ALL). Still on his phone, probably telling whoever about the rude bitch who was nice enough to not hit him.
Mom: "The next driver won't be as careful. Parking spots are for CARS."
Guy: "Whatever, bitch."
She has to back up a fair bit in order to actually get out of the space, which she does...she's waiting for the guy to lay a hand on her car. Sadly he never does.
I have a suspicion that the guy wanted to get hit, much like the ninja cyclists around here. In any collision, it's automatically the car's fault...we need a dashcam.
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