I am in the Costco parking lot. Some aggressive Dude who was waiting for my spot was revving his engine while I packed the car. He just honked at me because I am not fast enough for him.
Now I am obligated to sit here until he leaves because he doesn't deserve this sweet, sweet parking spot near the doors. 🤷♂️
It's just the rules, Dude.
I am finding perimenopause is basically a super power when it comes to being satisfyingly petty.