I work in a high-income area, in the same building as a bunch
of stockbrokers with expensive sportscars / penis extensions.

To make completely sure some inconsiderate oaf didn't ding
the quarter-panel of their little joy rides, every morning people would park like this:



Well you know what - self-important asshats and their German-engineered
steel-framed shitboxes aren't the only people who care about their cars.

People who drive twelve year old Japanese pick-ups with no horn and a rusted bed care, too.
And for us, parking 300 feet from everyone else at a jaunty 30-degree angle isn't enough.

I need.... assurances....











Oddly enough, people have been much more heedful of the painted white lines
in the parking lot since that day...

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