This bitch has been a long time coming. Last year, when I was at Winners, some shit-for-brains twat nearly ran me over to get a spot close to the entrance because she was irritated at the time I was taking to BUCKLE MY 18MONTH OLD SON into his CAR SEAT. To be more specific, she revved the engine while I was occupied with my son, then decided that waiting for me to finish wasn't worthwhile so she gunned the engine and virtually SLAMMED her car into the space while I jumped farther into my car so she would not run over my foot.
Yes, sweetie, it takes a little effort to make sure that a child is safely in their seat...a little bit longer than it takes to say, throw a sack of potatoes in the backseat. So the next time you are so horny to be at the front of the line to buy the latest made-in-china rags to dress up your loser ass in, please wait the extra couple minutes so that my child, or someone else's, is buckled in safely. Then you can have your precious closest -to-the-entrance parking spot all to your greasy-ass self. Or better yet. Park 50 feet farther away and burn an extra 5 calories walking to the fucking door.
|mamma who loves her son more than a close parking spot|