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COME WITH THAT FANCY car, or are you just a sociopath?

I mean, parking in the pedestrian lane in a crowded and busy Kroger parking lot on a holiday-weekend Saturday takes a particularly bile-acid kind of gall. Why is it that the cars you see there are almost always those that price north of mid-five-figures MSRP? Or is there a filter in the windshieldglass that blocks out the glow-in-the-dark yellow hatching and the large-print sign that reads NO PARKING right there on the pavement? Or are these people just assholes?

I wish I’d thought to write down the license plate number. Maybe public shaming might come back into vogue.

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