I love the part where it says "he then backs over her, leaving an indentation of his plate in her forehead for later reference."

From Urban Dictionary, regarding "Parking Lot Police":

One who has nothing better to do with his/her life, besides taking refuge in an old parking lot with a pad and a pen, and taking the license plate number of every driver that does something wrong in said lot; in some cases taking it upon themselves to write you some sort of ticket or go vigalante.

Driver: *driver taps another vehicle while creeping out of a tight mall parking lot*
Parking Lot Patrol: *takes notice to the careful driving, but notices that the driver bumped another car, hense springing into action and attempting to take the plate number of driver.
Driver: *notices that the loser is writing his plate number down, so he then backs over her, leaving an indentation of his plate in her forehead for later reference*

Please learn how to park!

The driver of the truck on the left needs to learn how to park. I could barely squeeze my car in between the back of those two trucks. Any large delivery trucks or vans had to back out and then go to the exit lane to enter. Quite a few pissed off drivers!

Parking, again.

Between the wide school bus, the police car, and the taxi, there go three and a half parking spaces. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Why?

This is so very wrong. Four police cars taking up four precious parking spaces. My brother is going to kick my #@%@! if I don't start writing more. I have a feeling more of my posts will be titled "Why?" As in, "Why do I question these things?" Soon come, the tale of filing a claim with WAPA's insurance company, as I pose as my brother's wife. But I am not writing about that until the check clears!