i went to go check out the antique depot thing on the intersection of 23 and I-94 today for a second time. parking was crazy, so i ended up pulling up on the side of a gravel road alongside the building. i was in the store for about half an hour or so, went out, and a black audi had parked in the MIDDLE of the gravel road. who does that? oh yeah, arrogant audi owners.
anyway, i went in the store, which has no paging system, and the employees on the floor had to walk around and ask if anyone owned a black audi. i went out by my car and waited. for 20 minutes. i went back in and asked someone if they had found the owner, and she seemed surprised that no one had found anyone yet, so she went back to asking.
so i went back out to my car again. 10 minutes later, the owners of a pick-up hauling a trailer came out, and since they were parked beside me, once they pulled out, i could get out. he was close to hitting the audi when he was backing out, and part of me hoped he would leave a lovely mark on the side of the audi. oh well. he knew what he was doing.
so, here’s my advice when parking in a madhouse: don’t be a dick. i waited a HALF AN HOUR before i got out of the parking lot.