You're the stumpy, greasy-haired John Wayne Airport employee who gouged me out of beaucoup bucks. When I drove up alongside you and rolled down my window, you looked at my frazzled face and laughed condescendingly. When I asked you where the cheapest parking lot was, you told me they all had the same rates, adding that the price wasn't “too bad.” I, of course, believed you, parked in the first lot I found and ran to the terminal. When I returned late Sunday night, already exhausted, I found out my three-day stint in the parking lot had set me back 66 bucks. After some thorough Googling, which I ignorantly forgot to do beforehand, I found out about a cheaper parking lot. Good job, douche. I hope ruining other people's lives makes you feel taller.
