Youth football assholes.

I can't say I'm surprised to see people parking like assholes at youth football games. Some of these people are real class acts. I mean, am I going to expect the parent or coach of a kid who bites other players to abide by parking rules? No.

This was the first time I managed to get some pictures of the people who park like there is no such thing as a parking spot at Eagle Ridge ... junior high? In Savage. You say sidewalks are for pedestrians? This guy says "Fuck you."

What about grass? Is that a parking spot? Not if you're a mega-douche with a bright-ass yellow SUV.

Sadly, that was my nephew's last football game of the season. The parents don't seem to park as poorly at basketball games, but I still have hope.

My office complex is a goldmine of parking douchecanoes.

When I first mentioned the idea for this blog, I nearly said, "Between work and the gym, I've got three posts a day." I probably meant to exaggerate a bit, but it's turning out to be almost true. The gym has been okay this week, but as soon as we get some snow, I bet that will change.

Work, though, has proved to be exactly what I figured it would be. I left late today, but still managed to catch this asshat, parking in a non-parking spot. What do you think those extra white lines mean?

As it turns out, this winner at life was back in his or her spot again today, but when I left work it was a whopping 0 degrees with a windchill in the neighborhood of -something. It's -19 right now. So, I didn't want to take my mitten off and roll down my window. But it's supposed to warm up later this week, so I'm sure I'll catch him or her again.