Okay, so today, we have an open letter to Mercedes Guy, new to my apartment complex.
Dear Mercedes Guy,
I know that it's frustrating when management collects all of the dumpsters in our parking lot to be emptied. I don't know why they do that; it takes up a lot of parking spaces, and it makes the whole parking lot stink.
Regardless, said dearth of parking spaces doesn't make it okay for you to park in a handicapped space, especially when there are non-handicapped spaces just around the corner, especially when poor old Margie is forced to park between a Tahoe and that white child-molester van and can't get out of her car. Can't. Get out. Of her car.
And while some mental disability could be implied by the fact that you paid $82,000 for an SUV that gets 13 miles to the gallon and can't be filled up in town for less than $75, that's still no excuse when Margie can't get out of her car. Can't. Get out. Of her car. Dude, get a soul.