I had just pulled into a parking spot at the grocery store when I heard rapid footsteps behind me. Before I could even step out of my car, a woman—blonde bob, arms crossed, that signature scowl—was already knocking on my window.
“Excuse me!” she snapped, her voice dripping with entitlement. “That’s MY spot!”
I glanced around. No handicapped sign, no reserved markings—just a regular parking space like all the others.
“Sorry, ma’am, but I don’t see your name on it,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.
Big mistake.
Her face turned red. “I ALWAYS park here! I was about to pull in before you stole it!” she huffed, jabbing a finger at me.
I looked around again—there were plenty of open spaces just a few feet away. “There’s another spot right there,” I pointed, genuinely confused.
But no. That wasn’t good enough for her.
She let out an exaggerated sigh and muttered, “Unbelievable. People like you ruin society.”
That’s when she did something insane—she whipped out her phone, started recording, and loudly announced, “THIS MAN JUST STOLE MY PARKING SPOT!”
At this point, I had two choices: argue with a full-blown Karen or simply walk away.
Guess which one I picked? 😏👇👇👇
