Ever see that guy parked perfectly straddling the line between two parking spots? If you’ve been reading this blog for much time at all, I suspect you have. Our own Matt Mason pondered whether a guy still in his car who drove off after being photographed constituted a parking d’bag (a more PC term).
Today my lunch companion was that guy. When we arrived at lunchtime in the cramped lot in Chatsworth, there were large vehicles on either side of the two spaces he straddled, and so when he slid right up between those vehicles it nearly looked like a normal, acceptable parking job. But we knew better, and in spite of my protests the Buick remained firmly put, straddling the lines like the best of ’em.
I’m a firm believer that it doesn’t matter how people were parked when you got there: don’t straddle the lines. Especially because then you come out after eating lunch and it’s clear to everyone that you really don’t care about anyone but yourself. Can I get an amen?