Park Life

Gimp.

People who park their cars like wankers. They’re the sort who can fuck my day up to the point that I’m unable to function as a rational human being. 

At my favourite coffee shop this morning  – which has a car park teeny enough to swallow – I found a car had been less parked than abandoned across several spaces. Thing is, I knew exactly the type who’d do this and I wasn’t disappointed with my guesswork when the shaven-headed bloke with the gawp, tats and latest copy of Autotrader necked his brew and clambered straight into said car. I almost hollered Bingo! You can spot the fuckers a mile off can’t you?