This evening we were going into Border's on Hurstbourne, the third book store of the evening, when we noticed a car parked near the front door blocking traffic. What a fucktard, I think. What makes you so special that you can't pull into a parking place like everyone else? So we park and approach the store...car still there. What is their issue? As we get to the doors, an employee is coming out headed for the offending car. Presumably someone has complained. I reach out to pull the door open when I notice a gigantic glob of...something, Vaseline like, all over the handle. Another man, watching from inside, tells us the person in the car was taking pictures of people as they stuck their hands into the goo. Was there a purpose to this? Is this what some people find funny? And for future reference, pick a place where you aren't blocking traffic and drawing attention to yourself.
Moron.
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