This one time, after eating at a Vietnamese restaurant, as I was leaving the parking lot I suddenly realized that I had left a to-go box back in the restaurant, so I hastily parked my car in front of a dry cleaners. I was taking up two spots, but I didn't think anything of it since A) the dry cleaners was closed, so there were another eight parking spots open and B) I was only going to be less than a minute.
When I got back I had found that some douchebag of a drunk had decided to block me in while he was in the liquor store next door. There was absolutely no reason for him to park his own car in such a way as to keep me from moving my car, not beyond his own sense of self-righteousness, anyway. He wanted to teach me a lesson, you see, by inconveniencing me.
In reality, this was probably the first time I had ever parked in two spots at once, and would just have been likely to be the last even without his shithead behavior. If I learned anything, it's that petty vehicular vigilantism is perpetrated by individuals who themselves deserve to have their heads cracked by way of a tire iron.
So yeah, color me thinking Catloaf is kind of a dick for keying cars.
