Blatant, hack writer-crafted metaphors
I was in one of those busy parallel parking situations today.
There were two cars pulling away from the curb, one in front of the other. A guy was waiting in front of them. I was waiting behind them.
The guy waiting in front eventually pulls up far enough that the parked car in the front can get out. Then, the parked car behind it leaves as well. The guy waiting in front backs way up, intending to get behind both spots, then drive forward into the back spot, I think. He goes so far he almost hits me. I honk to let him know not to hit me.
He pulls forward into the spot, then backs way up again, leaving a space in front of him. After that, he pulls up to the center of the two spots and parks, thereby making two parking spots into one. Ooh! Take that, me!
OK, enough with the onerous description. Basically, this guy was a jackass that did all this parking fiddle faddling and ended up eating up two parking spots, one of which should have been mine.
After he did that, I saw the signs on his car:
This sounds like it could have come from some teenage-written Obama fan fiction. But it really happpened.
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