Busted.

As if going to the gym wasn't bad enough, I came across this douche parking like an asshole before he'd left his car. I strongly considered gently pointing out to him that he was parking it two spots (and I know he went the wrong way in the ramp to get into the spot ... call it woman's intuition). However, he was talking to himself and seemed like a bit of a crazy person, so I decided it wasn't a great idea.

Turns out he was just some douchey meathead who apparently goes to the gym. Awesome.

I will park my BMW wherever I damn well please.

I have a nice car, so parking rules do not apply to me when I go to LA Fitness in St. Louis Park.

At least I still have the gym once the parking situation is cleared up at the office.

What is the plural of "Lexus?"

Because there was not one Lexus, but two, parking in a clearly-marked non-parking area at the gym tonight. But, you know, they have nice cars and are clearly better than everyone else, so the rules do not apply to them.

Awash in asshole parkers at the gym.

I'm not sure what the reason was tonight, but man, people were parking in non-parking spots at the gym tonight. The gym has been oddly crowded this week. I'm really waiting for these jackasses to give up on their New Year's Resolutions, but that's a rant for the other blog.

Without further ado, the jerks at my gym, parking in non-parking spots tonight.