No steaks here. Other drives seem to have the habit of Backing That Ass Up, into the side of my car. Or at least they attempt to.
In high school, my Camaro Z28 was broadsided by a fellow band member who failed to look behind her vehicle while moving it, and also disregarded my frantic horn-honking. I was trapped in a line of traffic exiting the parking lot, with nowhere to go. Crunch.
A few months back, another parking lot incident. This time it was a convenience store, and a man with a large truck decided to back into me as I was performing my own spot-extricating maneuver. In my haste to transition from reverse into first and get the hell out of the path of his reverse lights, I was too aggressive on the clutch and not enough so on the gas, killing my engine. Thankfully, he glanced backwards during his operation, stopping short of my passenger-side metal by at most 2 inches. Phew.
Today at lunch, I was making a left out of an alley, and a Saturn-pilot in an adjacent spot decided to toss it into gear and fly backwards out of their diagonal space as I was crossing behind them. Thankfully, the motion and lights caught my eye, and I had an escape route available. My reflexes took over. With a shot of the pedal and a crank of the wheel, I managed to execute an evasive maneuver, clearing their path by what was probably a scarily miniscule amount. Adrenaline surge and associated jitters for a few minutes, for sure.
People, look where you're going! Your insurance rates depend on it! And your health should I be unable to control my resulting anger!
Our office being in a strip mall next to a Curves for Women, I typically park in a long, single-row parking lot among lots of tall, gas-guzzling, soccer-mom-driven SUVs. It's absolutely impossible to see the cars that are driving in the "street" right behind the parked cars - you can only see directly behind you, and not side to side.
Backing out of a parking space blind isn't fun, but I've determined that the best method to avoid any sort of trouble is to back out at a snail's pace. Any driver worth their salt will have plenty of time to either stop and let you get out of your space, or just go around you as you pull out.
Still, about once a week I'll have a near-collision with some idiot going 50mph through the parking lot.
Conclusion: everyone's a bad driver but me.