At work I park my car in a behemoth garage. On Wednesday morning I suppose I could have kept driving up levels, but I found a spot that looked big enough for my small-ish SUV. To my left was a Bronco parked unnecessarily close to the right-most bounds of his space. Whatever. I pulled into the spot, then corrected. I took care when I got out not to hit Scrooge's door. It was a tight squeeze. Yeah, I could have switched places, but I made it, you know?
Anyway, I'm going somewhere with this.
Here's what I had on my windshield when I returned to my car that night:
Dude, I'll say it - I was kinda pissed. Bronco, oblivious to his own miserly parking job, left an anonymous note, which meant that I wouldn't be able to share the obvious irony with him. I put the note in my passenger seat and drove home.