Close encounters.

We went to Aldi this morning, and when we came out, I couldn't get in the passenger side because some idiot  ( I could use something stronger) had parked so close, yet on his passenger side there was room to get a bus through. J put our shopping in the boot, went to take the trolley back, and then reversed out for me to get in. At that moment, the owner of the car turned up, with his wife. I told him I couldn't get in our car, and he mumbled a few words, but he didn't apologize. I said to him, you can't even say sorry? and he did mumble the word, but obviously wasn't. I said. you don't look very sorry. My blood pressure was probably through the roof by this time, so I got in the car and said, as a parting shot, I'm thin, but not that thin. Rant over, and my blood pressure is now back to normal:-)