Today, some dolt parked on the zebra stripes between two marked handicapped spaces. I told him that was NOT a parking space and he'd have to move. He started waving his hand at me. Sadly, he was severely arthritic. He also exhausted his somewhat limited vocabulary and had to make do with words that make a sailor blush. After he got done with his very short errand, he got back in his car (a Ford) and again, started using words I don't use. I don't take kindly to that. I got his license as he drove off. Then, I called the local constabulary and reported the incident.
The investigating officer informed me that I should block them in in the future; that, or take pictures. But then he told me that the plates belonged to a Buick LeSabre! He then told me he was going to pay him a visit.
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