Parking, that is.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people drive around forever to find a closer spot or when they stalk you to your car. It’d probably do us lazy Americans some good to park at the back of the lot and use our God-given feet for once. Heck, I don’t even like to park in the Expecting Mothers spaces at Baby’s-R-Us.
However, I have no qualms parking in one of these spots:
Maybe you can categorize me as a lazy tree-hugging hippie now. I’m such a hypocrite!