So we're leaving the local grocery store, late at night, tired and cranky. Plus it's one of those new stores where there is only one teller working and the check out is DIY scanner, beeping, kids crying and everything else. Well anyways, we're heading out to the parking lot (I scored a great spot right next to an empty handicapped space) I'm admiring my black E in the darkness when I watch this older guy, maybe around 52, push a buggy into the empty space, the buggy starts rolling right towards my door, and the fogey is just standing there watching it, when from 15 feet away I yell, "HEY MF'R GET YOUR BUGGY!!!!!" He picks up the pace and saves my E. While he's putting his buggy where it belongs, I start packing my groceries in the super convenient rear cargo area. At this point, I feel that I overreacted and I tell him I'm sorry for swearing at him. He says it's justified... and he's right. If I hadn't have been leaving the store at that precise moment, if the beeping scanner had held me up one more time, that MF'R would have let that buggy hit my door. Whew, what a night.