Old dittering seniors in car parks. A few weeks ago, I was reversing out of a spot, and I was just about to move my car into drive. While I'm moving out, I see some silly Pulsar starting to reverse. Reversing some more. Continuing to reverse.. so I beep my horn. The silly Pulsar driver hits the brakes and the car stops and shakes around like Jelly. I move forward a bit, put my window down and have go at her - "Jesus fucking christ, look in your god damn rear view mirror!".
And you know what? She has the nerve to put her finger up at me. I almost wished she had hit into my car, so I could smack her upside the head for her sheer stupidity.
I also had some nine-hundred-and-twenty-five year old person in their Renault 25 who could barely see over the steering wheel. I'm driving past in the outside lane, and I spot the old Renault leaving a parking bay and going into the inside lane.. talk about warning lights already going off. Let's face it old person + Renault = trouble. Suddenly, as a creep past (I had my two Siberian Huskies in the car, so I don't drive with my hair on fire with 'em) she starts to straddle lanes, no warning. I have to brake and swerve to miss the old miserable fart.
Then there's the usual mix of red light runners, tailgaters and general idiots.
EDIT:
back of the lot where there are tons of spaces I don't mind, but when people pull shit like this:
it just drives me up a fucking wall. think of QT (QuikTrip) as a slightly larger and WAY nicer 7-Eleven. extremely busy and just flat out aren't enough spaces for anyone to ever do that. EVER!
Ah yes, one of my new hates. I go to Westfield Marion (big shopping center over here), and it's really slim pickings on parking. You know what I find? Some bastard in a Pulsar who's decided to park across 3 god-damn lanes. I mean, what's so hard about 90 degree parking? His car isn't even hard to park.. He'd left one bay right next to him, but no one wanted to park there, in fear that with his questionable driving skills, that they'd damage their cars. I got into the space fine - just the bastard couldn't get out. I started to walk away, and I just thought "Fuck, I can not be bothered with some ass in a Pulsar smacking into my car, just trying to get out". Luckily, managed to find a fresh space just seconds after I left.