You guys are gonna love this.

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it's one thing to own a Hummer, it's another to jack it up to make yourself feel superior and do whatever you feel like.

I still remember a few weeks ago went I encountered two teens (probably mid 20s actually). They wanted to park (illegally) at my dad's parking spot. I told them it's authorised parking and you could get towed. Basically, they were rude and, although they actually didn't say a vulgar word, did try to sound big cause we were younger than they were. Hmm, I should've let him park then tow

 

niiice.

I remember a parking incident. I was walking back to the car and overheard these two guys (again, probably mid to late 20s) talking. One said "Are you F****** kidding me? $75 for a ticket?"

And I thought you myself. Isn't that lot $1/hour? You saved $1/hour only to pay $75 for a fine? Good money management lol. $1/hr considered cheap seeing how it's near a busy shopping area and how my university would've cost $3/hr.

 

Two stories:

1) I was eating lunch, minding my own business when I saw a lady park her car in the closest handicapped spot and run, (yes, run) into a store. While saying a little prayer that her tires would blow I overheard the ladies in a near table saying basically the same thing. The lady exited the store and went into another. We couldn't believe it. When she exited the second store, I grabbed one of the lady's notepad and a pen, swore I'd give them back, and ran out of the cafe.

As I approached the woman, I started acting like I was writing stuff down. "Excuse me ma'am, I'm with the Vernon Hills Villager and I'm working on a story about people parking in reserved spots. Can I have a few moments of your time to discuss why you parked here today?" Of course she said nothing so I started looking at her license plate, then writing, then looking back as if to verify that I had it correctly. Apperantly, THAT'S the magic button. She went off about how she would sue if I printed her license to which I replied that I have no intention of printing her plate number; with her license I'll just print her name. She left in a huff.

2) Walking through campus with a couple friends - one in a wheelchair. Bare sidewalk for hundreds of feet and right in front of the wheelchair ramp was parked one of those little Chevy hatchbacks (early to mid 80s, I suppose). Unsolutely un-freakin-believable.

My other abled friend and I started rocking and pushing the car in order to clear the ramp. We had just started when a couple guys came up on us. "It'd be easier if you'd put it in nuetral." I said, "yeah but it's not our car; it's parked in front of the ramp." They looked at the ramp, looked at our friend and then there were four guys rocking and pushing the car.

I guess you had to be there. Because the wheels were locked, every time we pushed forward, they would skid a little. And we would laugh a little more. It only took a few minutes to clear the ramp and when we were done, my friend hopped the curb without even using the ramp.