....in our little Co-op car park......it's tiny and awkward and there only were two spaces left except...
The nice man had reversed over the two spaces.....
I smiled and waved my hand a little suggesting he could move a bit so I could park...he ignored me.....
So I popped out of my car, tapped his window and repeated my request....very nicely.....I never do shouty and sweary...hate it in others....
He opened his door and said:
I'm not moving because I can't park properly....this is the best I can do.....somebody has taken the space I like to park in.....
I'll guide you....I said....there's room either side of your car....you'll be fine....
My wife's shopping....I'm not moving till she comes back.....I'm quite happy here....so you can wait too or go somewhere else....
There is nowhere else...I said....
Then you can just wait......I don't like your attitude....it's pouring with rain so I'm closing my door....
I really had no attitude......but don't some old folk get the rest of us a bad and grumpy name?...........
The thing I think that did bug me was that he was smirking.....he had control of the situation and that made him happy........
Tin cans on his bumper next time I see his car parked maybe.... ;-)
I have a Land Rover with bumpers like girders, if I come across a prat like him I tend to park as close as possible to his door. I don't give a damn if anyone hits the Landy, I probably wouldn't notice. I scares the life out of new car drivers.
I could just about have squeezed in on his driver's side and at a slight angle....but as he was in the car it wouldn't have bothered him.....though he'd probably have clipped me on his way out....and I'm fussy about my thirteen year old little Honda.... :-)