Bitchass police, usually from small towns, that have nothing better to do but harass young males.
I had a run in with the decepticops the other day. They saw me driving a Lincoln Continental, so they figured I was dealing drugs and preparing for a drive by. I tried to explain that I was merely taking my grandmother home from the grocery store before I was scheduled to volunteer with the Special Olympics. The decepticop pulled his gun and called for backup.
The first parking space in a row of spaces, or the parking space nearest the store entrance.
As you pull into the usually packed Wal*Mart parking lot an empty spot in the front row catches your eye, so you pull the E-brake like the Transporter and slide in like the Milf Hunter, after which you say, "Oh Shoot! Front Row Seats!"