Repeat offender.

There is an especially dickish parking-in-a-non-parking-spot repeat offender at the office building. This particular fuckstick has been at it for at least a couple of weeks. There have been occasions where I wonder if it is indeed the same car. Then I realized I had all these pictures with the license plate in them ... mystery solved.

This picture is from Friday.

This picture is from October 20.

In this post from October 18, I complained about the Malibu douche parking crooked in the fire lane.

Messin' everybody up.

One of the worst things about people who park like assholes is the chain reaction this causes. It messes at least one other person up (often many, many more), as can be seen in this submission from Darrell, taken in a parking ramp in St. Louis Park.

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.

That's clearly legal.

Last night, The Boy I Currently Like and I were going to pick up our dinner from Lulu's. On our way into the deli, we saw this delight. I took the pictures on the way back to the car, though.

You will note in the photo above that the car is parked going the wrong direction, very far away from the curb and halfway into the driveway.

Seriously, dude. YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG. (Close-up view.)

Calhoun Square.

I often work out at the LA Fitness in Calhoun Square in Uptown Minneapolis. Usually, the people pissing me off there are driving slow or waiting FOREVER for a parking spot or just blocking traffic for no good reason. However, there have been a few especially egregious asshole parking examples.

On the third floor of the ramp, there's a space marked with two bright orange "No Parking Between Signs" placards. Those signs are there to leave an opening so people don't have to go all the way to the top of the ramp to turn around and exit. There was a day not that long ago where not one, but two people (actually three -- when I came back from my workout, a new car had replaced one of the previous asshole parkers), ignored those signs and the "exit" with an arrow sign and parked wherever they damn well pleased because they are clearly BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE.

The yellow sign has the "EXIT" message on the other side.

Note that there isn't a parking sign marking on the floor there, either. But that doesn't matter, because red car person is IMPORTANT. Or lazy.

But that's not all! There was this dick face on another day. Yeah, that's how you do it, fuckstick.

A lack of snow won't stop them.

The people at work just can't stop parking poorly, snow or not. Take this Rock Star, parking his or her Ford ... Fusion or Focus, I can't remember, in two spots:

I'm not sure how long it went on, but a day or two after I noticed the jerkwad above, I saw this:

Too bad, sucker. Now your fancy Ford could get a door ding. Or you'll not feel like a baller or whatever the fuck it was that made you do something so dumb.

"I know ... WalMart ... enough said."

Today's submission comes to us from Shawna, who witnessed this gem at what I'm guessing is her local Walmart, northwest of Minneapolis (I'm going by what I've gleaned from Facebook, so forgive me if I'm wrong).

First, kudos to Shawna for getting the Walmart sign in the picture. Excellent work!

Handicapped parking spaces are considerably larger than regular parking spaces. Then again, that is a ridiculously enormous pickup. Is it not only extended cab, but also extended bed? Does such a think exist? Here's another angle. Judge for yourself.

Thanks to Shawna for the submission. I'm glad our rapidly (yet not rapidly enough) disappearing snow isn't stopping people from parking like stupid jerkfaces. I'm trying to look on the bright side, you see -- it's blog fodder, if nothing else.

Keep sending them in, y'all.