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Sensible Advice I Suppose
I hate parking in supermarket car parks, with scrapes and dents, or scratches common place. They’re a request to join demolition derby, and some of the parking is a damn disgrace. To find a parking space at times is like gold, and even when you are parked there is the fear, of an opportunist lurking down the aisles, and break in to steal what helps in buying gear. Of course there’s shopping in the supermarket, and with your mind focused in the place you are, and while you are making your choices off the shelves, somebody out in the car park steals your car. That’s why my passenger is fierce old Brutus; a mean Rottweiler guard dog who likes to harm. He’s the perfect fit for an opportunist, liking nothing better than tearing off an arm. When I finally find a vacant parking space, Brutus was lying flat out on the back seat, so for him I wound a window down half way; I did not want him suffering from the heat. While walking backwards up onto the footpath, I shout a command, ‘you stay, do you hear me!’ Not once, but repeated many, many, times. A little crowd were listening to my plea. Out of the crowd a woman; yes she’s a blond, stepped up to join me, and help with a remark, ‘why don’t you do what everybody does. Why don’t you just put your car in to park?’
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