I’m not sure I understand the mindset whereby one person pulls into a parking garage and then proceeds to use someone else’s trunk as his personal picnic table. And, even if someone were to do such an offensive thing, I don’t understand why that person would pick the trunk of the shiny new car instead of the mid-80s beater sitting beside it. Or the three early-90s beaters across the aisle. Perhaps you simply hate people who take care of their cars? Whatever the reason, you picked the only car within 50 feet that looked like it had been taken care of.
Brown paper bags, when sat on a trunk and then slid around and rummaged in, leave scratches. Lots and lots of scratches. That I now have to exert effort to remove. Because you couldn’t be bothered to rummage through your paper bag before you got out of your car, nor could you be bothered to set the paper bag on the ground (or, at least, on your own trunk) while rummaging.
You’re a bad person, and I hope that fully loaded seagulls fly directly over your car for the rest of your days.
Sincerely,
A grumpy guy with a black car
Apollo posted this at 4:56 PM HKT on Sunday, May 2nd, 2010 as Grumblin Mumblins