I went today, begrudgingly, to get some black fabric 'cause the closest fabric store is 40 minutes away.
Low and behold, I find myself having an internal conversation of why I even bother.
So, this lady was parked in a front spot that is by the handicap parking, you know, the vertical parking spot. She put her grocery cart at the rear of her car, instead of putting it IN THE ALLOCATED SPOT, which, by the way is a HUGE GINORMOUS pet peeve of mine. I mean, even in the rain, I walk a mile to return that dang cart. Anyhow, she backed up, hit the cart and launches it right into someone else's car. (Ah-Ha, Karma!) She gets out, looks at her car for damage and drives off. I am cracking up, while noting her license plate number. I did check out the other car, happy to report no damage. And lucky for her, I was gonna get out my car and put my slippahs on and report dat license numbra to them there pohleese.
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