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Originally Posted by BobnBev
I would get every cart I could find and surround the car with them, front, back, and both sides. He would have a hard time getting to his car, and would get the message, I'm sure. Then I would take a picture for the newspaper, and maybe take a video for U-tube when he returned to his car.   |
Then when the driver turned out to be a beautiful young lady with a come-hither smile, you would immediately remove the carts and apologize profusely.
In fact, in the 1980's I knew a young lady like that. She would park in a 'no parking' zone in front of work and just smile at the guards, who would never give her a ticket. I guess she felt entitled.
A few years later she got married and had a child. I heard her husband killed her.