When the driver of car you are riding in want to obtain the absolute, the grand selection, the tip-top of: A stupid closer parking space.
I watch, eyes squinting in silent 'cursing' as my relatives, friends, etc. struggle mightily, to eliminate that last 39.1 inches that they might have to walk, if they just parked, 'over there, a bit'!
I watch, as they navigate the collosal DOOR next to us, open since people are exiting, causing all kinds hassle, compared to a clear stroll, from TWO empty parking spots, just 11 feet distant.
Stuuuupid