Get off of your rotund ass and walk, you miserable piece of shit.
I generally park in the rear of the parking-lot when I venture forth into the eerie world. It's just nice, I don't have to worry about dinging anyone's doors or inching my way out of a narrow crevasse, and I generally like walking. As for the fat mother fuckers that will breathe to death on their wild and strenuous plight to Wal-Mart, fuck you. For fuck's sake, you're holding up nine fucking people while you wait for the dickhead to pull out of the forth-most spot in the aforementioned parking-lot. I hate you more than anything, you selfish fuckdick. You're slowing down nine other lives because you're too gelatinous to wobble a little bit. Thing of it is, your selfishness takes longer than it would to park further away and walk the extra (I can't fucking believe I'm using this word in this context) distance, and not only does it take longer but it would save time for the people have other shit to do as well, but no - fuck that, you might go into a fucking coma from walking.