Based on nothing but total peer pressure and feeling like I am missing out I decided to purchase an Xbox360 from Mr. M3 which I will get later this evening and begin my fantasy quest of world domination. All of these gamers say that I must simply join them in a game of Rainbow 6 - Vegas. So I comply and decide to purchase said RB6 this afternoon so that I may play it upon my arrival home with Xbox360.
I have some holiday gift cards left over so I head to that fine retailer in a less than affluent suburb of Buffalo thinking that perhaps they wouldnt be able to afford a $60 dollar game, let alone the $400 system and that plenty would be in stock…in/out was my goal.
I approach the gentleman at the counter and ask if they have it in stock and they do not…surprising what food stamps and fema cards can buy these days. But he calls another store and thankfully they have a copy wiht my name on it. I am overwhelmed with joy only momentarily as my shopping trip was about to travel an ill fated path and someones day was about to be ruined.
Upon my exit of the store, I head towards my lovely midsize SUV and hit the keyless to gain access. I start the engine and begin to put it in reverse. At this point I hear a horn beeping. I think, ok…who could this be? A friend? an enemy? a stranger in need? It happens to be a lovely BBBW parked next to me motioning me to roll down my window. I comply and with my passenger side window rolled down 1/4 of the way I begin to hear her rant.
" You know I was just about to leave you a note on your window."
I ask “Why?”
“You parked too close to my car and I had to climb into my car via the passenger side.”
I say " My apologies, (then i quickly survey the situation and look at how I am parked. Was this my error? Did I really park on top of her car? I quickly realize that I did nothing of the sort and that she is simply incorrect in her statement. At this point i remember that she is a large woman) But I am parked parallel with the cart corral and you have an estimated 2.5-3 feet of distance between our cars.
“I don’t give a Fu%K what you are parked next to!!! I couldn’t get in my car.”
Now for those that know me know that I never shy away from an argument…esp one as fun as this.
so I say " Well maam, it is simply not my fault that you are too FU%CKING FAT to gain entry to your vehicle and I highly doubt you are agile enough to climb over the center console of your car and arrive safely in your drivers seat." I apologized again and told her to please have a nice day.
" HAVE A NICE DAY?!?!?!? HAVE A NICE DAY?!??!!? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE YOUNG WHITE SHITHEAD!
I smile and put my truck in reverse and go on my merry way listening to her yell through the parking lot as I exit.
I will never understand how some peoples minds work. Will parking spaces become larger and we will have Fat Parking like handicapped? Am I supposed to think everytime I park in a spot? I had better make sure i leave enough room in case someone obese happens to be parked next to me? If so…they should have a sticker on their car so that we are all aware of their Fatness so that we can all pay special care when parking exactly equidistant between their car and another.
And to top it all off…She wants me to be put out and have to struggle to get out of my car so she can have an easier time getting into hers? Bitch please…I dont have the time or patience for that.
For those that I have offended with this…GOOD!
For those that agree with me and would have done the same thing…HIGH 5!
thats awesome 
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