Dear Lady Driving Slowly Behind Me As I Walk Thru the Parking Lot

You’re creeping me out, and I’m walking from my car, not to it. If I thought you could take my parking spot, I’d have given you a friendly nod. Instead, I feel like I’m either being stalked or about to be run over.

Move along, please.

4 Replies to “Dear Lady Driving Slowly Behind Me As I Walk Thru the Parking Lot”

  1. Or, try this… if I am in a mood to eff with someone I’ll walk up to a car (any car) and just when it looks like I’m about to reach for the door handle I’ll spin around with a look of conbsternation on my face (yeah, consternation… that’s the best) and walk right back the other way for a little while. The creeping creepy car behind me almost ALWAYS will blow on down the row in a hurry, and well… then I can go get in my car and sit there a while with the reverse lights on. Only when I’m really out to get somebody’s goat though… haha!

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