My Parking Lot is not a Trash Can

As I was getting out of my car to walk into work, I saw this lady putting a bag of trash under her car.

I was pissed. I had to walk past her car to get to the door, so I just stared at her until I got close enough to say something.

Then she looked up and saw me. She had this priceless expression on her face. She was so busted and she knew it. Then she grabs her trash and says to her friend “I wonder if there’s a trash can around here?”

By that time I was pretty close to her so I tell her “There is one by the door, and by the way my parking lot is not one.”

She was stunned. She had no response and just kinda shrunk back into her car.

It was a joyous victory for the little people. On that day, vindication was mine.