And let me preface this with – if you even have to ask if this MIGHT be you… then yes, you are SOMEBODY’S parking lot asshole.

Dear A-hole in the Navy Blue  Sequoia,

I got this space, went inside the store, came back out and proceeded to put my kid into his carseat…where in there did you see my written invitation to honk at me as though I were taking too long?  I got here first and technically until I LEAVE the damn space it’s mine. Yes, mad with power am I.  Oh possibly mad with, oh I don’t know, “having my child strapped into the car so that he doesn’t die on the way home” syndrome too…

So let’s just say you are lucky I had ice cream in the car or I would have sat there even longer to prove my point. 

Sincerely,

Buckles Child into Carseat and Doesn’t Give a Shit About You or Your Obviously Malfunctioning Car Horn.