Really?

It's 10:20 a.m. and I am just pulling into the parking lot of the library to bring my girls to their story time/arts and crafts class at 10:30.  I pull into the first row of spots, find nothing and round the corner to the next row and just then I see it: an empty parking space right in front of the door to the library! I drive down to the spot, put my blinker on (just in case, even though I am the only one in the parking lot) and begin to turn my wheel when out of nowhere a green Subaru Outback flies in from the street and hops over the curb and lands right in my spot. 

My first instinct was to roll down the window and tell the driver what a douchebag he was, but clearly he already knew because he made it a point to avoid my glaring stare as I waited for him to get out of his car (and I also didn't want my daughters to add "douchebag" to their vocabularies).  When he finally emerged I rolled down my window and asked him "Was that really necessary? I have two small children with me." He gave me his best "What did I do?" look, which I'm sure he didn't even buy, and before I did something that would sound ridiculous when announced on the evening news, I just told him, sarcastically of course, that he clearly needed the space more than I did and drove around to park elsewhere.