So we're cleaning...and we ran out of a few things...refills for the Glade Plugins, some stuff to put in the toilet tank to keep the toilets cleaner longer, and some Swiffer wets...Simple enough, money in the bank is running low, but the cash I had gotten from Shannon made it so I could buy some stuff.

I didn't want to get my car out of the garage, so I took Shannon's car down to the Dahls down the street, parked pretty close to the entrance, with a spot to the left of me open.

I head in, get my things and come out and walk to Shannon's car. There is now a GMC Sierra that is parked right next to Shannon's car...and by Right next to I mean so close that I'm surprised he didn't scratch Shannon's car. So I thought, hey maybe they are only gonna be a sec so they just thought they'd leave it for now...so I open up the passenger side and dump off the stuff I got and site back to wait...in the cold...and the snow...

I noticed while waiting that there was a big dent in the rear passenger side of the truck, telling me that maybe this person isn't the best driver.

I get tired of waiting, so I headed in and talked to the Manager on Duty and they put out the make, model, color and license plate number of the truck over the overhead speaker.

So I go out to wait by Shannon's car, and this guy comes out and looks, and this is what he says:

"Am I blocking you in?"

No...you are not, I'm just an ass and wanted to make you come out here and move your truck just to make it easier to get into the car. You stupid moron.

So I tell him that I'm a big guy and there's no way that I'll be able to get into the car without him lining up I was in the center of the lines, he was over the edge of the line.

So he gives a big sigh, like it is such a hassle for him to move his truck, backs out, and in the process, almost hits Shannon's car, and then reparks.

No apology.

No Nothing.

I got in Shannon's car and drove back to our house.