Dear grandpa driving the Buick,
There is no speed zone labeled "slow crawl." That handicapped license plate does not give you permission to drive handicapped. It's all about the parking. That's it.
Dear asshole that took the spot at the front of the store meant for pregnant women and mothers with babies,
You're an asshole. Either you didn't have a baby or you left it in the car. I'm pretty sure that's not what the grocery store had in mind.
Dear person driving the green Neon,
I have seen people drive faster in a parade, for God's sake.
Dear genius with the pit bull in the front seat and the baby seat in the back,
Really? That seems like a good idea? I mean, really?