Dude Writes Gut-Wrenching Story About His Dead Grandfather In A Note To A Piss Poor Parker

I was legit almost in tears after those first few sentences. A truly heartbreaking tale, especially for a guy whose picked up a cigarette addiction in the past few months. I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve become a lunch break cigarette smoker. ‘Eat, Smoke, Shit’ is the new ‘Eat, Love, Pray’ and I’m all aboard the Camel train. According to researchers, it’s not an addiction if you never buy a pack. Being the perpetual moocher gives you the buzz without any of the guilt. Give it a try sometime.

Anyway, this note was posted to IMGUR today by a member of the public parking police and I thought it was a worthy piece of literature to share. Sidenote: I truly believe that the people who make a big deal about an able-bodied person parking in a handicapped spot in an empty lot can go fuck themselves. These are the same people who wait to take a shit in the luxury of the handicapped stall. And I’d argue that prohibiting a handicapped person from shitting is much more egregious than making them circle around the lot a few times. Be more hypocritical. You can’t.

This isn’t a dick move. It’s a power move.

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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.