I had to drop some stuff off at the post office, and its the first building on the left upon entering a parking lot. But there's a division in the center directing traffic right. I saw a truck parking and knew I could skip circling the parking lot as there's no oncoming traffic, so I made a left. This guy stops his truck half-way parked, rolls down his window, and starts shaking his hand and yelling. I half-circle around him and park, he parks. Walk inside and this old fart is yelling at me how to drive like I don't know about the fucking divider. Told him 'worry about yourself', he retorts 'fuck you'. Why do boomers start shit they can't finish over things that do not matter?
