While I was in a meeting this morning, I apparently got paged by the front desk to move my car. Someone mentioned the page when I got back to my desk.
So I went out to figure out WTF and I wish I would have got a picture before I moved my car. I was the first person to park on the road this morning (I got to work at 7:00 am) so I don’t know who could have a problem with the way I parked since everyone else could just park around me.
Now, this photo was taken AFTER work. Like 5:30 pm. I moved my car around 10:00 am. And when I went out at 10:00, this silver car was parked about an inch and a half off my rear bumper. At 5:30, the car hadn’t moved.
I can’t believe it. I went 38-12 on a match, playing on Storm and got a 24 kill streak… WITH my Tactical Nuke turned ON. Time ran out before I could get the 25th kill and throw it out there.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity-fuck-fuck.
(And, in case you weren’t sure… I’ve never called in a Nuke before. Did I say ‘fuck’? Because I meant, ‘FUUUUUCK’!!)
Some people are assholes and there seems to be no getting away from them. These assholes are often easily identifiable when it comes to their cars.
Some people take to writing the offending party notes and leaving them under their windshield wipers like they were a member of the Asshole Police, writing a ticket to some asshole who’s double parked in two handicapped stalls. Take a gander at these beauties: