I walk out and my truck is exactly where I left it, spread across four spaces and now there’s a bright yellow “parking genius” sticker slapped right on the back like you see in the photo. Dead center on the spare tire, nice and visible, like you needed an audience for your little stunt. You really stood there, read those lines, peeled the backing, and pressed it on my vehicle like you had any authority to touch it.
And yeah, I park like that on purpose. I’m not squeezing into tight lines so someone can ding my doors or wedge a cart into my paint. That lot is huge, there were empty spots everywhere, and I chose space over risking my truck. Somehow that turned into you thinking you could walk up, put your hands on my property, and leave a joke like you own the place.
So I sat in my car and watched for a minute. Saw you pushing that cart, looking proud of yourself like you did something. I got your face, your cart, your car, everything. If you’re bold enough to walk up and stick something on my truck, don’t be surprised when I make it your problem too.
Keep your hands off other people’s stuff. I’ll park how I want.
