This reminds me of Gene and I's last trip to BJs. Some douche decided to park halfway into another spot (taking 2 spots) so we pulled in next to him since my dad's ancient Escort wagon was so tiny. Due to Gene's utter "clumsiness" in an attempt to get out, the door kept bashing into the car. Jeez...what butterfingers my hubby has. All the while the prick who parked like that saw us as he was returning to his car. We smiled and walked by. So friggin worth it.