And I declare them on the lady that was in my exercise class last night. SO tempting to post her plate number, but I won't.
What did she do, you ask? Just this:
After an hour of dancing around like maniacs and sweating up a storm, she left the class and walked to her car. Her nice, shiny car. Her nice, shiny car that had a FREAKING HANDICAP DANGLY THING ON THE REAR-VIEW MIRROR!
I seriously wanted to hit her. But I was too worn out from class. 🙂