The saddest display of combat you will ever see is a kid from North Carolina attempting to bully you out of a parking spot on the streets of Cleveland. Were it not for the muffled shouting I mightn’t have noticed the light-weight scraggle-puss alternately hopping around the tree lawn and banging at his own wheel. Kid, welcome to the city. Street spots are hard to come by. If I find one and you do not, no whelping insistence on your part is going to persuade me that the F150 and I will not fit into it. As a matter of fact, I have saddled that truck into more snug spaces than your own manhood will ever know - and I say that as a woman. Watch and learn: parallel parking is an art. Just how long were you you planning to stand there and object once the deed was done? A freshman at Case Western Reserve University you may well be, but outside the shiny halls of academia your 2006 Ford Fusion SE pulls no rank on city streets. Stand down, son, and keep circling.
Cut me off coming off exit running through stop sign out in intersection. Claims to not have seen me. Told him doesn’t matter you never stopped to even look if I was there anyways. Verbal confrontation continued threathened me with physical violence but yet left the parking lot after I stayed and waited