So, I thought that Gretchen had made a cool friend today.
Then I came out ten minutes later to see this... (Also a Maserati showed up)
That's right: For no reason other than the fact that my car was there, this superior dickwad felt the need to move his car. If I see it again, I'm parking too close to the driver's door for him to get in it that way. If you're gonna be that paranoid about your car, leave it at home.