420,... You're right. You, and your generation, alone, are the sole reason I am now driving my beloved Mercedes, which, as you note, I always DO park far away from harm, even taking up two parking slots, if necessary. I must have had absolutely nothing to do with it, I guess. I must have dreamt about the crash of '85, the loss of my home, a divorce, my ex absconding with our three children, having to track her down, the court battle, losing my job, a six-month search for another, bankruptcy, starting over with another (but, great) company, the cyclic downsizing, layoffs, relocations (didn't mind those, too much, I must confess), night school to sharpen skills, staying awake 'till 2 o'clock in the morning, studying, worrying about my kid's future, worrying about "our" future, worrying about the NEXT reorganization (they seemed ever present). I guess, through all that, I just lost sight, 420, that YOU were "out there", doing all you could, for little ol' me. How COULD I be so callous and unappreciative? So,... from the very bottom of my heart,.... Please just go pound sand up your ass, ya little PRICK!