This Fucking Gal
The gal who leaves the cart in the planter
She finishes loading groceries, wedges the cart into a mulch bed, and walks away like landscaping is just another accepted return system.
The corral was right there, but apparently the hydrangeas needed a cart.
The gal who leaves the cart in the planter. The corral was right there, but apparently the hydrangeas needed a cart.
She finishes loading groceries, wedges the cart into a mulch bed, and walks away like landscaping is just another accepted return system.
Join in
One place for votes, guilty pleas, sharing, and the quiet little snitch button.
Push this menace up or down the rankings.
Log in to vote on the absolute worst offenders.
For when the accusation feels painfully familiar.
Log in to admit you have absolutely pulled this move before.
Spread the indictment wherever people still overshare.
Open the menu for the share sheet, screenshot mode, copy, or social options.
Comments
Keep it funny, specific, and attached to the actual offense on display.
Log in if you want to add your own testimony to the record.
Log in to commentNo comments yet. Be the first witness to go on the record.
This Fucking Gal
She finishes loading groceries, wedges the cart into a mulch bed, and walks away like landscaping is just another accepted return system.
Keep going
Same species, different habitat.
Hazards on. Entitlement louder.
This fucking gal thinks hazard lights turn the pickup lane into private valet.
She leaves the SUV diagonally in the fire lane, pops on the hazards, and disappears inside like blinking lights transformed illegal parking into concierge service.
She has invented a one-car traffic jam.
This fucking gal is idling at the curb like the whole block is her waiting room.
The car stays running, the flashers stay on, and everyone behind her has to navigate around this improvised drop-off monarchy while she scrolls messages in peace.
A water bottle on each one, like little tiny flags of occupation.
This fucking gal has occupied three machines with one towel and a dream.
She bounces between stations every seven minutes and gets offended if you touch the one with the Stanley cup on it because apparently that means reserved.