Real Life Adventures by Gary Wise and Lance Aldrich for April 04, 2013

  1. Stewiebrian
    pouncingtiger  almost 11 years ago

    Everyday occurrence

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    BearsDown Premium Member almost 11 years ago

    Legs. Use ’em or lose ’em.

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  3. Pete
    pksampso  almost 11 years ago

    If this guy survives long enough, he’ll become the old-timer in this little story. Karma is such a bitch…and so patient.

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    waykirk  almost 11 years ago

    I always try to park way out in the parking lot. Sometimes no matter what, when I get back, I am surrounded by the ##ing giant SUV’s and I cant see how to back up or go forward thanks to them.

    My car is a late model sedan and people seem to enjoy banging their doors against mine.

    I had a lady hit me on the side of my car two or three times in a parking lot with the door of her Lexus SUV as she was getting out. I rolled down my window and said to her if you hit me again I am going to need the name of your insurance company. She cursed me and I took evasive action and moved to another part of the lot.

    This car action was in a very upscale area of the Nations Capitol. General Colin Powell had parked his corvette nearby and let me take a picture of it. I recognized him and as a veteran I was honored to shake his hand. What a great guy, should have run for President. Maybe to smart for that.

    In this holy area, I am always running into, the great and near great people of DC. Roger Mudd, Mrs. Chaney, the Kennedy family, Supreme Court Justice Kennedy, Redskin players and Coach Zorn and more local celebrities and such in this area.

    You have to be careful these days, too many people are crazy. Remember sports fans, ten percent of the population is driving drunk or on drugs. Don’t take them on. Relax, people, it is only a parking space.

    Cool out people,

    The old Sarge

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    unca jim  almost 11 years ago

    Here in a FLA Publix Parking lot. I wedge myself between a giant jacked-up redneck F250 and something else that leftme space enough to park in a jammed lot across a line, and me with enough room to squeak out of the car. When I got through groceryin’, I come to the car to find it alone with a note under the windshield wiper telling me what a nice job I did parkin’ and what a (rectal opening) I was. This kind person had taken all the time and trouble to tell me all about myself by digging up some writing paper, to scribble a misspelled note and ‘flame’ me, telling me how to park. Me, who can parallel park in four moves… .I got a big laugh out of it and it’s one of my ‘treasures’ I’ll keep until the day I die.

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    Tdog123  almost 11 years ago

    :)

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