Bloody women mostly ime. Oblivious. I wait in the car while Mrs G goes in sometimes. I make no appologies for what I've seen with my own eyes btw.
Hand bags scraped up doors with bloody great buckles and dangly metal 'dangle berries' hanging off them. Hang off shoulder and walk around taking no account for the space. If your bag is a foot wide on your shoulder you can't walk down the MIDDLE of two cars and not idiot one of them. Scratch clang ding.
Can't park. Can't get out of the car without dinging the next one (which is understandably difficult) when there's 3 empty spaces 10 feet away.
I reckon this is a good way to spot a spouse, if she can park, and park away from other cars, not batter other cars and holds her bag in behind as she walks to the shop, worth a go I reckon. (

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There are a few about with what appears to be awareness, sense, and respect for others property. No really I've seen them. I've sat there for days.

(I haven't really

) men too sometimes.
But add in obviously smaller spaces and it's a joke. Stradle a line and we risk a ticket. So who pays for our damage then, hmm?
Sit in the car in the car park and just watch the comings and goings if you get a chance. It's unbelievable.