If I had been in *my* parking space first, and I was *sure* that I was adequately inside the lines, I would've told the @#$%& to suck my ... well, whatever. I would NOT be leaving the restaurant ~ ESPECIALLY on a shop where I'm *NOT SUPPOSED* to leave the restaurant ~ to satisfy some crazy-ass @#$%&. I wouldn't even if I was there for my own pleasure ~ but why would I be eating at the Arches for my own pleasure? So, some crazy-ass @#$%& who came and parked too close to MY car. And now wants it to be MY problem. Tough you know what.
I can't stand people like that, and it's all I can do to not punch 'em right in the face. Or knock 'em out with my very heavy purse.
I had some bully neighbor threaten me once, a long time ago. Word is, I wasn't the first neighbor this @#$%& threatened, either.
My puppies were woofing in the yard, I was on my way to get them away from the fence and whatever it is they were woofing at, after calling and whistling for them a couple of times didn't work. They'd been woofing for two or three minutes by this time. We have a very large yard, and I don't walk too quickly because of my back/hip disability, but I was on my way.
This neighbor screams, and I mean *SCREAMS*, to "Shut those dogs up!!!!!"
Well, the only reason my puppies were woofing, was because of the neighbor-in-common's dog.
I screamed back, "Why don't you scream at the other neighbors?! At least you can see I'm on my way to take care of it!"
She screamed back, "Don't make me come over there and hurt you!"
Well. That did it. I was already highly aggravated, and now I was nearly homicidal.
I already had a square-nose shovel with me, because I'd been using it to muck out the puppy run, which is why the puppies had gotten where they were in the first place. I held the shovel over my head, and said, in a very deep evil-sounding voice, "I'd like to see you try, you f'ing @#$%&." (Except I didn't really say "f'ing". Heh.)
Not another word out of her. Not then. Not ever again. At least to me. Stupid bully that's really just a big fat coward.
And *THAT* is how I handle people like that @#$%& at the Arches. I was only ever bullied once by any individual kid in school, either; and then never again. My Grandpa and Mom taught me that you NEVER start a fight, but you ALWAYS finish it.
I really can't believe so many people would just automatically acquiesce to the @#$%&. Given that, though, it's absolutely no wonder at all that we have so many people in the world like her ~ it's because too many of the rest of us just cow-tow to their every whim and tantrum.
And, I'm lucky I have a car that's already a pile of crap. Ding & kick away, @#$%&!
It's too bad about your receipts. And good thing you got her plates.
PS: I much prefer my furry @#$%&.

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