Lamest insult of the week

I was a bit cranky with the young man in his pickup truck. He'd come into the small, L-shaped parking lot at the west side of Kerrytown the wrong way, the clearly-marked wrong way, and was sitting waiting for a space to open up. This is one thing on a non-market day, but there were four other cars who'd been driven in the right way, also waiting.

So I walked over to him, pointed out the error of his ways, and asked him to "Back it out." He grudgingly complied, but stopped behind my car, rolled down his window, and shouted, "You must be a jerk!" No doubt, son, no doubt. Been studying it for years.