Drive them back from all the stuff we were doing yesterday,
Rhonda beat me back there and ran into my upstairs neighbor,
who took pictures of a woman who apparently likes to park her car
so you can't get in yours because you're in her spot.
And we have no designated spots where we live.
It's just, you know, everybody has one gride spot and then you just park
where you park.
It's been a sheet has not feel that way. She feels that's hers.
So I can park in there.
So I come back. Yeah, I was parked in there. Yeah.
I come back and heard cars like just not really enough room for me to get in.
Okay.
And she has about three and a half feet on the other side before you see a white stripe.
So she did that on purpose, you think?
She's done it before apparently to other people.
Yes. According to my neighbor.
Oh, okay.
So do you know how this person is?
No names were Becca or something like that.
Don't care. No care what her name is.
I already know the kind of person I'm dealing with most likely a fat one.
Oh my God.
One who doesn't want to walk that extra 20 feet if our parking spots take
a second.
There's a lot of lazy people who just aren't fat.
They're just lazy.
I consider that as well.
But if I'm putting money down in Vegas, I know what I'm going for.
If he's trying to stereotype and trying to put together a list of checklist of things.
So he knows what the lady is.
Okay.
And one day if I get demeanor, it's like, you know, all this time, I thought you were fat.