A variation on one of life’s persistent irritants: You get to a store before it opens. The parking lot is empty. There are 500 spaces. You park your car. There are 499 spaces left. And where does the second car in the lot park? Why right next to you, of course. And three inches away from you, so that you can’t open your door, either.
A variation on one of life’s persistent irritants: You get to a store before it opens. The parking lot is empty. There are 500 spaces. You park your car. There are 499 spaces left. And where does the second car in the lot park? Why right next to you, of course. And three inches away from you, so that you can’t open your door, either.