Because my purse requires at least two feet.

You know, right after I post that I have nothing to blog about since people aren't driving like they have never seen snow or keeping their hair in check, something like this was bound to happen. You can all thank the man upstairs for giving me something to write about, he knows how hard you have been praying for it. I walked outside after work and to my pleasant suprise someones brain had melted away with the snow.
Keep in mind the camera adds ten inches. Apparantly the car on the other side of him was to close so he felt the need to make it so that I couldn't get in so he could get out. Its not like there werent FIVE other spaces he could have parked in. I guess he was so concerned with making sure he had enough room to get out on the other side, he didn't consider I would have to eat nothing but cottonballs for weeks to be able to squeeze into the small sliver of a gap I was given to open my door. Now is the time that Richard Simmons jogs by in his mini shorts and scoop neck tank and screams that I didnt listen and I didn't disco the dirty calories away and if I had I might be able to squeeze those little buns into the car.