Dear people who don't drive small cars,
Calmly take your hands of the horn and wipe that holy-shit-don't-back-into-me look off your face. I promise, I am not going to hit your car.
I drive a small car. When I park, my cute little two-seater sports car goes into parking spaces and basically disappears. Pickup trucks, minivans, even Honda Civics are longer than my car. If I don't remember where I parked, I'm basically screwed.
When I'm backing out of a space, I can't see if anyone is coming unless I back up just a little bit to where everyone else's car's butt is.
HONK HONK HONKHONK HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!
Good Lord. You'll please note that I am inching my way back old-lady style, not gunning it like a douchebag. I am a good driver. As soon as I can see, I stop, give the person who honked at me an eat-shit look and then gun it.
Anywhos, the point is: Quit honking at me as soon as I put on my reverse lights and go back 3.5 inches. We all know 3.5 inches is not enough to do anything.