A Saturday a while back I was visiting my mom. I drove to her place like I usually do most Saturdays. I pulled into the parking area in the front of her apartment building and looked for a spot. I drove to the end of the area. All of the spaces were taken. I started to back up to go to the rear parking area to get a spot when some one suddenly pulls out and leaves an open space. I immediately just back in right after the spot was vacated. A couple in a red car pulls close and starts to protest. Apparently they were waiting for the spot. I got out of my car and the guy on the passenger-side of the other car got out.
guy - We were waiting for that spot. Why do you have to be an a**hole?
me - I don't see you in it.
lady on driver's side of other car - Don't worry about it. Let's go. We'll get another spot.
The guy walks to the passenger-side of their car & clearly wanted to fight (verbally at least) for the spot. The lady-driver wasn't having it. They left & I went on my way. When we got out of our cars, I was ready to discuss, & possibly even give them the space but when the guy called me an a**hole . . . thank you, you lose punk bitch. A**holes finish first & nice guys finish last. I was going to be the usual nice guy that I kind of am but I re-realized that I want to develop my inner-a**hole.
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