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People Who Can’t Park Shouldn’t Drive (or Reproduce)
April 14, 2009

I have ranted before about how it seems as though everyone else in the world is incapable of correctly parking their vehicles. To be specific, I dedicated an entire blog post to the topic back in September 2007.

That was 18 months and some odd days ago.

A lot can happen in that length of time, right?

In 18 months and some odd days, a little boy with bad hand-eye coordination can learn how to play catch with his dad without the ball hitting him square in the eye.

In 18 months and some odd days, Axl Rose of Guns ‘n’ Roses could write and record almost two entire songs.

In 18 months and some odd days, Barack Obama can go from a senator with a questionable background and no experience to a legitimate presidential candidate with a questionable background and no experience.

In 18 months and some odd days, Samuel L. Jackson can appear in 10 or 11 movies.

In 18 months and some odd days, Paris Hilton can go from an inexplicably-popular tramp with no redeemable qualities to an inexplicably-popular tramp with no redeemable qualities in prison. Then to an inexplicably-popular tramp with no redeemable qualities who is also an ex-con. Then to an inexplicably-popular tramp with no redeemable qualities who is also an ex-con and who has a reality TV show where people compete to be her “best friend forever.”

Like I said, a lot can happen in 18 months and some odd days.

So why is it the bad drivers of the world haven’t gotten ANY better at parking?!?

As I left the gym and walked to my car in the parking lot this morning, my eyes immediately noticed the car next to me.

“Boy, he looks like he’s pretty close to me,” I thought to myself.

When I got to my car I saw the work of what is likely the worst driver ever to park beside me.

My car was perfectly square between my two lines. My car is pointed straight ahead. To give you a visual, the nose of my car is at twelve o’clock and the rear of my car is at six o’clock.

The nose of the sedan to the left of me was at about 10:30. The rear of his car was at 4:30. His right, rear tire was 100% in my parking space a mere six inches from my rear, left tire.

It was the most ridiculous parking job I’d ever witnessed. How he managed not to hit my car is a miracle.

And what made it doubly ridiculous is the parking lot was practically empty. The guy could have parked anywhere. But he chose that space. The one right beside me. And he did it blindfolded, apparently.

With unemployment high, I propose new police officers be hired in every town and city in the country. These officers will have one mission: to write tickets to people who cannot properly park.

Their job would be simple. If they come across a parked vehicle that is touching one of the parking lines, they give the driver a $50 ticket.

If they come across a parked vehicle that’s crossed one of the parking lines, they give the driver a $100 fine.

Once a person gets three parking tickets, their vehicle will be auctioned off for charity and they will lose their driver’s license — permanently.

It’s brilliant, don’t you think?

It will give jobs to people who currently do not have jobs.

It will stimulate the economy since the parking fines will be given to business owners (the ones who will be taxed to death by Obama).

It will help charities.

And best of all, it will get these freaks who don’t know how to park off the roads.

It’s a win-win-win-win situation.

Who’s with me?!?

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