Our parking lot at work is, maybe, 30 yards long. If you parked in the farthest corner, it would take you no more than 45 seconds to walk from your car to the office. Yet every morning, this women "invents" a parking space for herself. She just can't handle not being right by the door.

Maybe she's afraid she'll fall and break her hip. Old people do that you know. Or she's afraid of all the poor people around, you know, it being legal aid an all. (In which case she may want to ditch the gawdy jewelry and $70,000 automobile!)
Why is it that the rich -- and she is rich, this is a second career for her and her husband has $$$ too -- seem to feel entitled to so much more than the so-called "Welfare Queens" of Ronald Reagan's America?
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