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It's horizontal, but IRS a little higher than where the door would have hit, and it's a little bit crooked, so I think he squeezed out of his car and past mine, and his belt buckle or some metal piece on his pants did the scratching. He was insistent that it wasn't his fault until I informed him that I washed and waxed the car last night and that wasn't there when I did it. I then showed him a few other pics of his crappy parking in different spots and asked him if he wanted to go talk to the Heather, store manager (who I know) about his parking skills. He suddenly was able to produce his insurance card lol.

As far as the first pic, yeah I realize that I was so far over that it could be confusing, so I have to bear some of that blame. But this time it was all him lol.


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