Yesterday I was pulling into a parking space next to a huge Range Rover when the driver opens his door, gets out, leaves the door open and just stands there. I wait patiently for him to move on but he doesn’t. Then a teen child gets out the back and does the same thing, both can see I’m halfway into the space. Then a woman gets out from the other side and moves round towards her companions, I’m thinking, thank goodness, she’s going to ask them to close their doors and move so I can park. She comes and stands in the space, looks at me like I’m something unpleasant she’s just stepped in, and starts looking at her phone. I will add, this was not a disabled space and all three of them had excellent mobility.
I was picking someone up and there was another space a bit further down, so I moved along to that one. If one of them had something to me—“Sorry, do you mind moving along as we need extra space for our massive car.”—rather than acting like they own the place, I wouldn’t have minded, but the sheer disdain got to me (and the fact that they were teaching this to their child).
AIBU to wish I’d had the time to just wait there and see how long it took them to give up and move, then pettily park as close as possible to their car? Or to wish I’d had the minerals to just lean on my car horn until their ears bled?