If I find an $80,000 sports car parked 2 feet over the line, taking up the last 2 available spaces in the row, I might think, “Well, you’re an idiot for driving that to work, but ok.”
But a Chevy Tahoe?
Let me get this straight; I have to park my average car in the far section in the rain, because your new Tahoe is scared of a door ding?
Remember the days when trucks and SUV’s were tough, manly things, and proud to look the part? Inventions of American ruggedness?
“Oh, please, please, don’t scratch my shiny new Tahoe!”