photo friday (with a story)
Last week I went on a Target run for paper goods. You know, toliet paper, kleenex, paper towels, all which I find to be cheaper at Target. At least that is what I tell myself. It can’t be for any other reason that I
want need to go to Target.
Target makes me happy.
What does not make me happy is when I come out of Target to see my car looking like this (note: my car is the black Civic):
Now I get it; parking is sometimes tricky.
Since that would be my driver’s side door I had to sit and wait for “Parker-of-the-Year” to come out of the store. In which I
politely asked her for her insurance information lest she able to back up without scratching my car. Which, to her credit, she did manage. What I did not understand was why she didn’t re-park in the first place. I could have gone through my passenger side door but if I backed up and scratched my car I certaintly was not paying for it.
I guess it all ended well. But goodness.
Have you ever met your own “Parker-of-the-Year”?