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Every day I navigate a parking garage.

Round and round I go until I see an open spot, excitement surges as I slow up to swing in...

..then...

Bah! Taken.

Without control my natural thought is "I hate you midget car!"

I have mixed feeling about sharing this, because I find it to be overly aggressive, inappropriate, and I'd like to think... a bit out of character for myself.

Yet every. single. time. I see one of those smaller-than-usual cars, creeped up into a normal-size spot, I feel disappointed... deceived....disgusted...and that exact thought automatically rants in my mind (sometimes even under my breath).

I feel confident that little car is snickering, with its high pitch laughter, as it watches another car mistakenly think it has found an open parking spot.

I then spend the rest of my garage parking experience (at least 3 more levels) feeling guilty for my irrational hatred and harsh reaction towards those cars.

...until I see one again, maybe on the road... maybe in a commercial...maybe in a normal-size parking spot hidden by a normal-size vehicle....and my eyes automatically squint, my jar automatically clinches...and my uncontrollable response is..."If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all." (Thanks, Mom.)