To the lady at the coffee shop who left the card on my car that told me that I need to learn how to park. Aren't you the little control freak? Every time I've come in, you've always struck me as one, now you've confirmed it. Wouldn't be surprised if you left your husband a notarized letter on the sink every time he leaves the toilet seat up. Maybe I wouldn't park in two spots if you could track down all the inconsiderate morons in our area that ding my car doors. If you could track em all down for me & have 'em pony up for the damages, I'll reconsider my parking habits. Until then, stick with your job of taking my order, giving me a big smile & making sure your fellow employees don't add one drop too many to the coffees that are ordered.