This is, admittedly, not a large garage. And yet, most of the customers are there for 15 minutes or less, so it doesn't have to be very big. This morning I tossed my car in the garage briefly while I dropped off a prescription on my way to work.
When I came out, someone had parked smack dab in the middle of the garage, blocking in all of the cars in the back stalls. It wasn't that he had no other options-- there were two empty spaces in my section, and a few others elsewhere. There's no chance at all that all of the spaces filled and then emptied during the five minutes that I was in the store.
I looked around for the owner, then waited a bit. When he didn't show in a few minutes, I pulled out my phone to snap a photo. Just as I did, the owner came out. "I'm leaving now."
"Good!" I kept composing.
"I said I'm leaving now."
"Thank you. I'll be able to get my car out and get to the meeting that I'm now late for." I snapped the photo.
No apology for the inconvenience, no remorse, nothing. Just indignation that I was photographing his faux pas.
Dear Mr. 6KJR767: You are a flaming jackass. Have a nice day!