You were the middle-aged bleached-blond bimbo in the black Lincoln Navigator in Belmont Shore. We were far behind you when you decided to back into the oversize space that you (and another car) could have easily pulled forward into, so we stopped parallel to the car BEHIND the space you were trying to back into. You remained poised in reverse, blocking the narrow street in both directions. When, after about 30 seconds, I lightly tapped on my horn, you stuck your head of chicken-fat-yellow-colored hair out the window and yelled, “I’m trying to... More >>>