Space reserved for rude drivers only

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At the risk of oversimplification, here's what's wrong with the world today: bad manners.

Bad manners are the source of wars, gang violence, political scandal, road rage and marital disputes. Bad manners mean bad customer service, bad neighborhoods, even bad breath.

Case in point: the superstore parking lot, where I wait and wander in a quest for a space to beach the van. It's a Saturday, so I'm not eager to join the throngs of shoppers looking for lawn furniture, new bikes and flip flops in one convenient stop, but I have a list and an hour set aside for errands.

At the risk of behaving like a stalker, I wait by the store's exit doors for departing shoppers who might lead me to a potential parking space. A stealthy and experienced parking-lot scout, I know this strategy doesn't always work. Some folks lead you down aisle A only to cut through a row of cars to their vehicle, inconveniently parked in aisle B. By the time you get to the actual location of the open space, it's too late.

Not this time. I see a happy shopper heading out to the parking lot. Her car is about halfway down the aisle. I follow her, giving her a smile and a wave while I wait for her to load a cart full of items into her trunk. My turn signal indicates my intent to occupy her parking space.

I have left plenty of room for the driver of the departing car to maneuver -- more space than she needs, in fact -- an act of good manners. The next thing I know, a car at the end of the aisle ahead of me backs up, stopping just short of my front bumper.

"She's got to be kidding," I mutter. "This woman can't possibly be planning to park in my spot. I'm sitting here with my blinker on."

I honk the horn politely at first -- a slight "beep beep" to attract her attention.

She sticks her arm out the window and flags me to go around her. The audacity of this woman is astounding.

"Unbelievable," I say incredulously. This time I lay on the horn long and loud but the poacher doesn't budge. Next thing I know, the woman loading her shopping bags slams her trunk and makes a hasty exit (no doubt avoiding the possibility she'll play the role of "innocent victim" in this scenario) and Parking Space Poacher zips into the vacancy.