sooooo pissed

today at school i double parked but it wasnt good enough, i only took up like a foot to half a foot, all the way in the back corner of the lot. heres the part that has me pissed, some dumbass tried to park next to me they hit the left quarter panel, left a dent and a couple scratches....
so i need to find a shitty but relieable car for parking lots. and when i find out who dented my caprice, their car will get a nice hard front kick to the door

Yeah, I've gotten my fair share of high school parking lot dents... one of them you can tell was obviously a kick in the right back door. I always parked good too. Kids are just @-h0les.

little sociapathic pricks, i really should take it out on the driver
they scraped the bumper and the tail light....
OOOH im ready to kill!

haha i got a high school parking lot story, it was my senior year, this was back when i had my 1988 caprice, some girl was trying to skip class and ended up hitting my car, the side of the front bumper was pushed in and also hit my car into a monte carlo parked right next to me. her insurance covered all of it though.

well well i have some evidence i have to search for a bleu car with some white transfer on the right of the bumper

Ohh, heres a series of high school parking lot stories for yah... all 100% true.

Story 1:
December, my Junior year. One of the only two years I let my Caprice see Rochester's winter salts. To start the morning off, my driver's door froze open. The latch just didn't want to latch... So I tied a rope to the handle and had my buddy in the passenger's seat hold it shut while I drove to school. Little did I know, the worse was yet to come. I get to the school parking lot and see a rusty little grey Toyota pickup truck with a hydraulic plow pump on the front kinda moving slowly, right in my way. So I stop, wait a little bit to see what this kid's gonna do. He stops, starts creeping forward a little bit, then quickly cuts to the right aiming right at me and before I could even do anything crunch. He hits me. Destroyed my fiberglass front piece, shattered my grill and passenger headlight door. He bent the metal bracket in the center of the fiberglass piece and wrecked my license plate holder. My buddy and I look at each other in shock for a second, he yells "You're car!" at the exact same time I yell "My car!" We get out of the car to see what the heck this kid was thinking. I start storming over to this kid, stop dead in my tracks, turn around and look at my door. It was shut. The next words out of my mouth was "Hey Tim! The door's fixed!" I still never got the reason why he hit me, but he did pay for all the damage.

Story 2:
Also December, my Junior year. One of my friends, Alex, owed me some gas for driving him around. He said he'd get it to me that day, but I didn't think anything of it. Well, final bell rings at 2:10 in the afternoon. I meet up with my friends who I drive home, Tim from the first story, and this hot girl who lived across the street from me. We walk outside towards the parking lot, about 30 degrees, but sunny, and overall a nice winter day. Kids walking to thier cars all around. I get up to my car, and what do I see... two cars down Alex is syphoning gas from a little red Dodge Shadow into a freakin' Gatorade bottle right as the kid who owns the car is walking across the parking lot. Quickly he takes out the hose, closes up the gas door, and throws everything into my trunk. Y'know for the little bit of gas he got out of doing that, it wasn't even worth it, especially since he never put the cap on the bottle and soaked my trunk with gasoline. This was turning out to be quite a month for my car.

I have more stories, but I'm getting tired of typing.

haha yeah i remember when me and my friends we were a bit short on room for the car (we already maxed out the 6 seat belts inside the car including a fourth person crammed in the back seat) so my other friend had to ride in the trunk, though these trunks are so big it accomodated him well lol

I hate to be the one who pees in your corn flakes, but if you were double-parked and you knew it, that makes you just as culpable as the other person. This does not absolve the other person's responsibility to either stay or leave contact information after the fact.

I hate to be the one who pees in your corn flakes, but if you were double-parked and you knew it, that makes you just as culpable as the other person. This does not absolve the other person's responsibility to either stay or leave contact information after the fact.
I was just going to say that.