I'm not overly protective of my cars. I don't care whether passengers eat in them, I don't care if there's a couple of rock chips, and I don't park across multiple spaces. What I do care about is strangers who use your car as bench.
Sunday night, the wife and I were coming out of the hospital and there were three guys and a tibetan mastif in the mostly-empty parking lot. One of them was leaning/sat/slumped on the front 3/4 panel. "Sorry, about that" he said. "Right," is all I said in response as I got in and we drove away.
Reminded me of Lloyd Christmas' line to Harry when he said, "You really wimped out," but I really didn't see the upside in creating a scene or trying to educate 3 men, one of whom was wearing shades at 10pm. I must be getting old
Anyhow, no real point to this story other than it's monday morning, my hand still hurts like hell and I'm a little annoyed that parking anything you own is ten times more stressful than it should be.