If somebody parks that close to me while I'm inside a store I just open my door as if the car were not even there. DING!!
I don't like to give back bad for bad, as a rule.
But one time in my life, I did the same.
Came out of the store, headed for the truck.
Watched an old codger parking his truck right next to mine. I stopped, to let him get parked and out of the truck, while I was still several spaces away. Didn't want to take a chance that he'd hit me while parking.
Took his time, but still ended up very close to my truck. Would have taken him an extra few seconds to back out again, and run his truck back into the center of his spot.
The real kicker is that there was nothing on the other side of him. He could have parked completely over the line on the other side. He was just too frikken lazy to think about what he was doing, and/or too frikken lazy to fix what he knew was wrong.
I'm pretty sure he knew it was wrong, because while walking away from it, he looked back at how he had parked, hesitated, then just headed right on into the store.
He parked so close to my truck that I had to get in on the passenger side.
Once in, I opened my door, and slammed pretty hard into his truck.
Left a ding. But not as much of a ding as I'd hoped for. LOL
A different kind of parking story...
Went to the grocery store.
Not many spaces near the door, so I headed to the back of the lot and parked.
As I was nearing the store, this jerk in an expensive sports car races into the parking lot so fast, he almost ran me over. I literally had to jump out of the way.
He saw me. And he didn't even try to apologize or anything, when he got out of the car.
He parked crooked in the handicapped space, next to the door. No handicap sticker. No handicap plates. No handicap placard. And no problem getting out of the tiny sports car real fast, and making it into the store really quick..
I continued my regular slow pace into the store. Figuring the guy was in such a hurry, I'd probably see him already at the checkout by the time I got in there.
When I got inside, he was still near the front of the store. In the produce section. Basket in hand, and slowly strolling along, checking out the veggies and fruit.
I caught up with him, with me on one side of the short produce aisle, and him on the other.
There were others standing around, as well.
I caught his attention. He gave me a fairly civil, but impatient kind of look.
I asked him if he was retarded.
All civility went away instantly. But he was shocked, and couldn't give me any other answer than "No".
I said, "Well, I just wondered. You parked in the handicapped space. You ran
in here. You don't seem to have any other handicaps. So I assumed you must be retarded."
A young couple immediately applauded, and then others joined in. LOL
He sat the basket down, and left the building...
You'd have to know me pretty well to know that not only did I actually SAY/DO exactly what I describe... But also that it is extremely unusual for me to do so. LOL
It was all I could do, not to walk out of the building at that point, myself, from sheer embarrassment.
What's it take to walk across most parking lots, anyway ?
I am disabled. Enough so, that I could get a handicapped parking sticker, placard, or even plates.
I don't want them.
Most of the time, I am just fine.
Sometimes I am in enough pain that it is very difficult to even walk.
I usually just look for the nearest shopping cart, and use that to sort of lean on, for the complete trip through the store and back to the truck. Doing so, keeps the pain from getting worse, at least.
Way I look at it, I can cope. There are people out there who simply can't. They are in a wheelchair. Or they are simply worse off, physically than I am.
They need that spot. I don't.
And some prefectly healthy jackass in a sportscar that costs more than I'll make in ten years, sure as hell doesn't !