My little splurge with little man is to take him to Ikea, get the 99 cent breakfast for me and the kids mashed potatoes for him. Some illiterate gang of three decided to take the last family parking spot. Not disabled and zero kids. The 60 old matronly individual did not look preggo, but her signifigant other was sporting a beer gut that rivaled anything I have seen. I rolled down window and told them how I felt about their actions. One of them must have felt bad because perhaps she had propogated in her lifetime. I didn't feel like listening to their apology, I told them to have a nice day, and hope they felt good about taking parking that was never intended for their use.