| Comment | Sometimes it’s not their fault.
I used to live in a tenement street with limited parking. I’d fit my wee Mini in sensibly between other cars.
The next day when I’d leave the house, all the cars I’d parked between had left and other people had parked around me. The new cars were parked half a car length out of sync with mine, making me look like an arsehole.
This would happen at least two or three times a week, for years. I worked nights so I’d move my car at different times to everyone else in the street. |
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