A couple years ago in Tucson we were waiting for my friend at a tux shop and this lady pulls up next to us when there are a good four other spots she could’ve chosen. She gets just as close as your Vegas idiot and opens the door right into the passenger side of my in-laws Cherokee. I am in the passenger side so I roll down the window and say in a not so nice and sarcastic voice “excuse me.” She responds back, “WHAAAT?!!”

She is mad at me!!!! This pisses me off even more, so I start yelling. Expletives are flying left and right, and then Cari rolls up my window from the driver’s side and puts on the child lock. It was that bad. If I could’ve opened my door, I would have got out. She was so close that I couldn’t get out.

I hate people sometimes. Lest be honest, most of the time. Especially when I don’t know them.