Two weeks worth of bad parking photos, it's like all your Mondays have come at once

Could she be reading a street directory? (She doesn’t look like a GPS kind of gal).

Or am I being overly charitable?

Mess said :

Right, because ‘FFS’ is also such great grammar.

I’m sorry, but anybody who uses “could of”, or even thinks for a second that it makes sense, has no place questioning the grammar of anybody. Ever.

poetix said :

grunge_hippy said :

She looked like a fantasy fan. The book was quite thick….

The illicit love of Brendetta, the leader of the She-guards, could be contained no longer. She mounted her trusty tricorn, the last of his ancient breed, and cantered along the tree-lined Avenue of Captivity to where Prince Tarquinius lived his secluded existence; officially a guest, but in reality a prisoner of cruel King Cuthbert.

The junior guards, Crumpetua and Labillia straightened up when they saw the unexpected arrival of their commander. ‘Dismissed’ was all Brendetta said to them, and they lost no time in heading back to the Hall of the Virgins, in which all the junior guards lived a spartan existence, knitting cashmere jumpers to make the long hours on duty a little more tolerable when the North Wind blew.

Brendetta’s hand, accustomed to gauntlet and sabre, shook as she inserted the key and pushed against the oaken door. it was the hour of Tarquinius’s bath, and he looked up, his long hair bejewelled with drops as if he still possessed the crown so unreasonably usurped by Brendetta’s royal, yet irrevocably vulgar, master. Removing her (special word for a knightly mask, to be provided by the wise Sir Google) Brendetta’s lips trembled. Her voice, accustomed to the issuing of orders and, where necessary, the punishment of errant virgins also quavered like a candle in a sudden breeze.

‘Yes, Tarqunius,’ she faintly whispered, ‘it is I.

Your captor. And your captive.’ Tarquinius stood, revealing…

And on and on and on for seven hundred pages….How can she be expected to put that down?

(Good fantasy is quite different, I know.)

We want more, we want more!!

grunge_hippy said :

She looked like a fantasy fan. The book was quite thick….

The illicit love of Brendetta, the leader of the She-guards, could be contained no longer. She mounted her trusty tricorn, the last of his ancient breed, and cantered along the tree-lined Avenue of Captivity to where Prince Tarquinius lived his secluded existence; officially a guest, but in reality a prisoner of cruel King Cuthbert.

The junior guards, Crumpetua and Labillia straightened up when they saw the unexpected arrival of their commander. ‘Dismissed’ was all Brendetta said to them, and they lost no time in heading back to the Hall of the Virgins, in which all the junior guards lived a spartan existence, knitting cashmere jumpers to make the long hours on duty a little more tolerable when the North Wind blew.

Brendetta’s hand, accustomed to gauntlet and sabre, shook as she inserted the key and pushed against the oaken door. it was the hour of Tarquinius’s bath, and he looked up, his long hair bejewelled with drops as if he still possessed the crown so unreasonably usurped by Brendetta’s royal, yet irrevocably vulgar, master. Removing her (special word for a knightly mask, to be provided by the wise Sir Google) Brendetta’s lips trembled. Her voice, accustomed to the issuing of orders and, where necessary, the punishment of errant virgins also quavered like a candle in a sudden breeze.

‘Yes, Tarqunius,’ she faintly whispered, ‘it is I. Your captor. And your captive.’ Tarquinius stood, revealing…

And on and on and on for seven hundred pages….How can she be expected to put that down?

(Good fantasy is quite different, I know.)

She looked like a fantasy fan. The book was quite thick…. She was not even aware of her surroundings. She didn’t even look up as I was clearly taking a photo (we had to slow down to 80kmh to maintain speed to take the photo)

She was driving below the speed limit…at least.

poetix said :

I wonder what book the woman is reading? Bring up the Bodies would be appropriate. Perhaps she should catch the bus and read undisturbed by those bumps and squeals.

But I wonder how many of the outraged have ever read, or even written and sent a text message while driving, which is equally dangerous? Though shorter.

She looks like a 50 Shades of Grey fan…

#7 – is that other car (in the background, LHS) parked on the footpath?

number 6 is terrible.

and the bonus picture…no wonder we have to be so vigilant when driving.

#morons

Pork Hunt said :

Mess said :

gentoopenguin said :

The last one is beyond shocking. Maybe one of her friends should buy her an audio book? Or, even better, a brain transplant???

I agree. This photo actually makes me angry. She could of killed someone.

Could have, not of. How hard can it be ffs?

Right, because ‘FFS’ is also such great grammar.

I use my drive time to catch up on invoicing and prepare BASs. Who’s got time to read?

Here’s a tip: get some rigid cardboard, cut a strip 15-20mm wide, and then duct-tape it a quarter way from the bottom of the steering wheel. Now you have a place to rest your notepad, iPad, book, or whatever it is you need to focus on while driving and your hands are free to perform other tasks like drinking coffee or texting.