Tons of parking lots on the west coast have these type of indications. This is my sweetie’s
truck trying to “fit in”. We park far enough away from the front entrance no
one should really care, but it struck me as humorous. Like a tall man in a smart
car, that’s just funny. Or a fat guy in a little coat, fat guy in a little
coat, fat guy in a…**RIIIIPPPP**
The parking job wasn't even straight, as if he wasn't even trying. We were a bit rushed. He made it work though. Hey, when you're that big, no one really messes with you. Parked or in motion.
Gotta love the snow, salt and dirt residue on the truck. I almost hate to have to wash it. It makes me happy.
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