Thin privilege is being okay with parking in the back of the lot I dropped by my neighborhood store today, I work a standard 8-5 shift, so when I get off work the local grocer is generally packed. Today I made the logical choice to park in the back of the lot, because the front spots were full, and run in to grab my milk. On my way in I had to wait for a lardass in an old suburban to slowly roll past, scanning for parking I assumed. I went in, went to the back, grabbed my milk, paid, and on my way out, got to see this lazy bastard parked in the middle of a row holding up traffic with a blinker on, waiting for someone in the front row to finish loading their groceries and back out. They'd literally been driving in circles for 5 minutes, (in a suburban mind you, the fuel economy must have been shit) in order to avoid walking an extra 50 feet. My favourite thing about not being a lardass, is being able to think nothing of walking 50 feet. What's yours? Edit: Spelling/Grammar