Hey a&@hole, it's a Chrysler, not a Ferrari.

You know who you are. You're that pompous prick who thinks his Crossfire is too precious an automobile to mingle with all the other regular "street" cars. You're that self-centered son-of-a-b*tch who thinks his Crossfire is too dope of a car to abide by regular parking etiquette. Indeed, you're the dipsh*t who goes out of his way to inconvenience everyone else by double-motherf***ing parking just to remind us all that you own that oh-so-valuable Crossfire. What I wouldn't do to see your Crossfire get caught in an actual crossfire like the one from the bank robbery scene in Heat. That would really have you pooping in those stupid whale-embroidered a**clown pants of yours.

So, Mr. Bag - as in Mr. Douche Bag - do us all a favor and leave your ego at home and park your car the same way the rest of us do: next to other cars. And if you can't bring yourself to do that, either trade that piece of sh*t in for a car that can take a hit from a shopping cart or a stray car door once in a while, or park it out in the far reaches of the lot and get some exercise. Your fat a** probably needs it anyway.