Today on the way to a dentist appointment, I stopped at the apartment to drop a few things off. I parked behind a red Tracker and didn’t pull up as close behind it as I usually would since I knew I’d be zipping away again in a few moments. As I got out of my car, a large, older lady came waddling up to the Tracker and proceeded to make mean faces and complain about how I had boxed her in because I parked so close.
So I went inside, grabbed my camera, and took a photo of how much I (and the car in front of her) had her blocked.
Seriously, lady, if you can’t get out of that parking space without working up a sweat, then you deserve to drive a Tracker.