A slightly different take on parking lot snowflakes:
A few days ago I ran to the grocery store. I did not have any of the kids with me so I parked waaaaay out in the back of the parking lot, where the only available non-handicapped parking was (when I have the boys with me, I park in the handicapped spots, but since the placards belong to them, and I don't actually need the spots for myself, if they're not with me, I don't use the spots).
So after my shopping was done, I worked my way back to my spot. This car was stalking me the whole way back. The parking lot was pretty full, so I figured that this person was going to keep following me so she could have my spot. I got to my car and unloaded my groceries. I didn't rush, but I didn't dawdle either. I took the time I needed to make sure that my groceries were loaded into my car in such a way as they wouldn't get crushed, smooshed or broken. I don't feel I took an extraordinary amount of time. As I was unloading the groceries, this woman kept making exasperated gestures at me, like I should be willing to toss my things in my car haphazardly just so she could get into the store a minute sooner. Well, then I committed the ultimate of sins. I had the audacity to take my cart back to the cart corral! This woman then rolled down her window and started to berate me for being rude and inconsiderate and shouldn't I know that people were waiting for my spot! I just rolled my eyes at her and got into my car, but geesh, I really had to work hard to control evil mmswm that day.