The guy parked his brand new Porsche Boxster at the far end of the lot, cockeyed across two spaces. The car was obviously his baby, and he didn’t want anybody coming within fifteen feet of it, much less actually having the gall to approach it with another car.
So, of course, I left him a note. “Sorry about the ding,” it said.
Y’know, just to screw with him.
…sined Sheniqua
ma fo na iz na fa fo fo fo na fa
Aks fo Nigel