Quick BG info: I'm a chick 
Yesterday, between idiot CW's parking and idiot guest's parking (think: came into angled parking from the wrong direction), I could barely squeeze into my employee parking spot. I kept my car as close to CW's car as I could, so that the guest enough space to get out and because I hate this particular CW.
Anyways, whilst I thought I'd given the guest plenty of space to get his car out, apparently he didn't think so. He came in ranting about how some car was blocking him in, and kept saying how it probably belonged to some "Macho Male."
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry, that's my car. There wasn't much space for me this morning and that was the only spot open. I thought I left you enough space, so I'll go move it."
Guest: "Um, er...oh, that's okay, I'll just move it. You don't need to worry."
Me: "You sure? It'll just take a second."
Guest: "Really, it's not a problem. Sorry to bug you."
So, suddenly there's magically enough space and it's not a problem?
Guest moved his car,came back and apologized to me, saying how he really hates "Macho Men" because they "don't treat their women right." Apparently, he did have plenty of space to back out; he was really just looking to confront whoever owned the car.
Now, here are a few very important points to consider:
1) I drive a sedan which isn't sporty or "macho" at all. It's a '97 Mits Mirage. It's probably as far away from macho as you can get.
2) I have sparkly butterfly decals all over my car.
3) I have purple butterfly seat covers.
4) I have a cute stuffed animal on my dashboard.
Considering the above points, how the h*ll does one come to the conclusion that it's a "Macho Man's" car?

Yesterday, between idiot CW's parking and idiot guest's parking (think: came into angled parking from the wrong direction), I could barely squeeze into my employee parking spot. I kept my car as close to CW's car as I could, so that the guest enough space to get out and because I hate this particular CW.

Anyways, whilst I thought I'd given the guest plenty of space to get his car out, apparently he didn't think so. He came in ranting about how some car was blocking him in, and kept saying how it probably belonged to some "Macho Male."
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry, that's my car. There wasn't much space for me this morning and that was the only spot open. I thought I left you enough space, so I'll go move it."
Guest: "Um, er...oh, that's okay, I'll just move it. You don't need to worry."
Me: "You sure? It'll just take a second."
Guest: "Really, it's not a problem. Sorry to bug you."
So, suddenly there's magically enough space and it's not a problem?

Guest moved his car,came back and apologized to me, saying how he really hates "Macho Men" because they "don't treat their women right." Apparently, he did have plenty of space to back out; he was really just looking to confront whoever owned the car.
Now, here are a few very important points to consider:
1) I drive a sedan which isn't sporty or "macho" at all. It's a '97 Mits Mirage. It's probably as far away from macho as you can get.
2) I have sparkly butterfly decals all over my car.
3) I have purple butterfly seat covers.
4) I have a cute stuffed animal on my dashboard.
Considering the above points, how the h*ll does one come to the conclusion that it's a "Macho Man's" car?

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