I was on my way to the library to take out some books this evening when I received this lovely grade. I was already in a foul mood because I had just been fighting with my mother seconds before I left my apartment, and I was further on edge because the library was about to close. So I’m driving around downtown trying to find a parking spot when this cop starts tailing me. I started thinking about the break light that I might have out, and figured he was lollygagging a bit before he would pull me over, you know, just so I could start to feel the heat run down my neck and the trickles of sweat begin to form above my brow. After traveling down a number of side streets with this jerk on my ass, I finally found a spot. At this point I just wanted him to get away from me or pull me over, so I pulled straight into the spot knowing that it wouldn’t cut it, and I would have to back in, but I figured he could then pass me and I could be left alone to park, but no, oh no, he had to sit and wait. So fine, I back out of the spot, pull forward, and then back perfectly into the spot. I turn off my car; he pulls up, and then rolls down his window to talk. I’m thinking, “Jesus Christ, Buddy, what the hell do you want now.” Well, I did figure it may be about the light that I possibly have out. Instead, he says smugly, “Do you know what grade I’ll give you for that?” “What,” I answered.” “C+,” he says even smugger. I told him that it would have been a perfect parking job if I hadn’t pulled in first, and he said that’s why he gave me a C+, and then I said to him that I only pulled into the spot so he could pass me. He laughed with an explosion of smugness, and then drove away, leaving me on the side of the street watching a scene from Forest Gump that was being protected onto a movie screen on the side of a building.