The Nerve . . .

We were having a pretty good day Friday - I had my kids and a friend of Jesse's, we went to Chick-Fil-A for lunch (Malcolm had been begging for more than a week to go) and I told Jesse we could go to Target and get him a Bakugan starter pack. His friends and cousins have them, I guess it's the next "big" thing - anyway, I managed to shop with four kids, get what we needed and head out to the van.

This is what I encountered - immediately I was calling the driver of this vehicle many, not so nice things under my breath.

What the! I checked to make sure I wasn't in the bad - parking on or over the lines.
I tried to get the sliding door open, that's the side Lillie sits on, couldn't (yes, I did, didn't even care if their paint ended up scratched - it didn't though, darn) so I had to climb through from the other side with Lillie and get her in her carseat.
Then I had to squeeze through my door (the vehicle was so close I couldn't even get a good swing to slightly dent the other vehicle) and I'm not skinny, so it was a good squeeze.

This person is rude, plain and simple - you know they knew how close they parked, had no consideration for anyone but themselves. I wished them 4 flat tires and an empty gas tank - I know, not what I should have done, but seriously!