Parking lessons were the best thing that came from dating my first boyfriend. For about three months after receiving my license, you would find my car pathetically double-parked in the far back of lots, out of the way of people who knew how to properly operate their vehicles. Then “Fernando” (as I will call him) came along, and made all my dreams come true! Parking dreams, that is. And now, while parking with ease is nice, it’s also nice to know that I’ll probably never be a recipient of passive-aggressive notes like these.
You can read even more funny notes over at the source. While I’ve never had to leave a note on a car, if I ever do, I will be drawing inspiration from these. Well, except for Jack’s. That dude is just a big jerk.
Have you ever written or received a passive-aggressive parking note?