She was right over your shoulder wasn't she............ only joking, of course your wife would be more important.

Still PitPup's practice is a good one. I do the same thing if it's too busy that day I drive back home, not like I am going to be mad, I mean imagine your anger saying "**** now I have to drive all the way home in my Stang" How tragic . Even when I go out and park on non busy days I park out in the boonies. Though if I ever see the car or have proof that the car next to me dinged my door, look out, because I can guarantee you what I do won't be an easy fix.

 

We have a winner!

Yep that's the thing about married life. You learn how to find those hidden silver linings! An appropriate response in my case would be "Thank-you Honey for not hitting my boat this time!"

 

to the original question

drawn and quartered ...

 

wow dude, you sound pretty bitter on a lot of things. have a beer and chill out a little, sheesh...

 

Well, I do drive an incredibly nice GT and have a pretty sweet Harley. But she's been here though the nice and he bad (21 yrs in May) cars. She's pretty cool....

 

Actually, Mustang Frank has accurately described your typical Orange County (CA) soccer mom to a "T"!!!

I *hate* those haughty, cell-phone chatting, Hummer-driving witches with a passion. They think they are all that and that you are vermin!

They think nothing of whacking your car with their door in order to accomodate their screaming crumb-crunchers, since THEY are IMPORTANT and YOU are NOT.

 

I've been around. I see things as they are. I don't make any excuses for anyone or myself. I expect people to behave properly and treat me the way I treat them. Today, it's a sad state of affairs. I'm afraid a lot of it goes back to upbringing. I see these creeps (men and woman) everyday with their "me" attitude. They drive their cars like they're immortal. Their parents are idiots and they are idiots. Moron meets moron and they have little morons. Happens all the time. Half of these dumb s**** should not be allowed to reproduce, especially at rabbit like speed. Lets see, high school, college, marriage, house, kids, minivan and then the inevitable divorce. Then, the man runs out to find himself another housefrow to cook him dinner and the sockermom has to keep multiplying so she's on the hunt too. The whole miserable d*** cycle repeats itself. How's that for being bitter? Now, what where we talking about?

 

I live in SF Bay area, Silicon Valley. There are a lot of people here with lots of $$$$ (unfortunately I’m not one of them). You talk about cell phone talking soccer moms; you have to drive with your head on a swivel. They all drive big dollar SUV’s and the funny thing is, the turn signals don’t work on any of them.

 

Hey don't leave out good ol' New Jerksey. We have plenty of those right here, most of them live in Princeton. I have run into more then a few of them and let me tell you the only thing faster then their mouth is their ability to wisk 3 kids out of an Escalade (while paying no mind to the car doors theirs are opening into). These people are sickening, they think that just because their husband is a doctor and that they pay their taxes that that can have/do whatever they want.

 

Hey MustangFrank - ya I hear you, but I think you're generalizing a lot here. But I guess it all depends on your perspective about life. If we think this bad of normal people just trying to get through life, and we're down on them because they're having kinds, drive minvans, and talk on cell phones, I think we're being selfrighteous in the extreme. I wonder what they would think of US if they read this very thread about people kicking in doors, scraping paint with knives, smashing in windows, putting poop and snot on door handles..... for a door ding. Dont get me wrong, I hate door dings so bad, which is why i started this thread, but i am just curious about the comments you have made.

I suspect you and are are about the same age so I've been around the block a few times too. I have seen the cycle you have described but I have also seen (A LOT) of another cycle: Meet girl, get married, have kids, drive minivan, kids become teenagers (who are well behaved, respectful, and have honor), sell minivan, by a regular car (which becomes the teens car eventually), then buy a Mustang. I dont fault people for where they are in their cycle of life. Nor do I fault their imaturity or stupidity as they grow up becaues I was once there too (maybe you too, don't know). Now that I have a few miles on me, I see things a little more clearly, as you stated you do to. But if you saw me in my 20's or 30's, you probably would have thrown me into your general category but nothing could be further from the truth. Take care man.

 

Hey Vista Blue, how did you total your 06? Glad you're getting the 07 Vista Blue, that's what I have :-)