I hate those people who think they are privileged, who think the rules don’t apply to them. A couple of weeks ago, I went to Wendy’s with my wife, my bro-in-law and his wife. In the parking lot, there is one long row of angle-parking, then a place for motorhomes and people towing boats and trailers. Well, some privileged asshole in an Expedition, towing a nice boat, decided he didn’t have to walk the 100 feet from the boat parking to the restaurant. He took up 6 or 7 parking spots in the angle-parking area, inconveniencing many more people than himself. We went in and ordered, and I just kept looking around the restaurant, trying to figure out which one was the asshole. On my way to a table, holding a tray full of food, some guy was standing up next to his table, asking, “Who needs a straw?” He was in my way, and oblivious to the fact. So as he turned around to get straws for his family, I brushed past him, earning an offended look from him. How dare I get in his way? Well, sure enough, when he and his family got up to leave, they went right to the fancy black Expedition, towing the nice boat.
It’s times like that, that I wish I could carry out my own special brand of justice, like a .45 slug to the head. Unfortunately, the lawmakers don’t see it my way.