You don't know me, well that is you didn't until now. I am that truck you almost hit today in the parking lot. Yup, I bet you remember me now. I saw that dear in the headlights look in your eyes as you slammed on your brakes.
Just a few things here buddy...
1. This is a PARKING LOT, not a bloody speedway! The speed limit is 15mph, got that 15mph NOT 40! Is there something so important going on in your office that you have to rush back like the building is on fire and your first born is inside? Are you really that late getting back from lunch? Is that burger in your lap really going to be that much colder if you don't haul ass? Didn't think so.
2. You looked like an older gentleman, one whom had been driving for some time, and as such I ask one question... which side of the road do we drive on here in America? Thats right! The RIGHT side. Say it with me now, "We drive on the RIGHT side of the road." See... now was that so dang hard! So explain to me then why you were hauling ass down the LEFT side of the road, right as I was about to come around the corner? Surely you could have figured that another vehicle, driving in the same country, would be wanting to utilize that lane, the lane you arn't supposed to be driving in anyway!
So, man in the silver Honda, and to all the rest of you that speed around parking lots like you are Robby Gordon, KNOCK IT OFF! there are sane people trying to drive and we don't really want to have to deal with prying you out of our skid plates... not to mention your boss will be mad because you are even more late, that burger you were salivating over will be cold, and if the building is on fire then buddy you are going to watch it burn because there is no way I am letting you leave.
If you, man in the silver Honda, would like to rebut this please feel free. I am all ears.
Irritated in Irvine