I discovered this amazingly asshat parking when I came out to my car after school today. I'm quite far out of the way in the lot, and the driver of this refridgerator of the road decided that the sport next to me was ripe for pickin'.  Not to say I couldn't get in, but honestly, he could have pulled to the left just that last little bit and I wouldn't have cared.  

Camrys, the appliances of the road. Beige, the ultimate car to never get noticed anywhere. Yet to see anybody outclass BMW drivers, so they can keep their title.  My 1989 Integra winter beater at least has a smidgen of character, pop up headlights, a peppy engine, and a manual, something that I can surprisingly enjoy when I'm forced to drive something cheap.