Dishrag Drama

Amy and I went grocery shopping. Looking for a parking spot, we turned our signal on first when we saw a car pull out. The other car coming from the other direction felt that we cut him off and stole the spot. After shopping, we came out to see a wet, dirty dishrag resting peacefully on the rear window of our car. How much did that guy feel that he deserved that spot? Well, enough to go out of his way to find a wet dirty dishrag on the ground, pick it up with his bare hands (probably) and place it neatly on our rear window. After that, I imagine he stepped back, dusted his hands off, and nodded his head in such a fashion to suggest that he was adequately pleased with his actions.