You know the Simpsons episode where Bart repaints the lines in the teachers’ parking lot exactly one foot closer together, and then the teachers can’t get out of their cars?
I think someone with a similar sense of humor must have designed the spaces at the lot I park in at work.
I tried to pull into three seperate parking spaces today, and if I had tried to open the doors of my car on either side, I wouldn’t have been able to squeeze out.
This wasn’t a problem for me before, when I’d arrive early enough to have at least one empty side for me to get out on. Now I come in the middle of the day, when everyone is already at work.
So now I end up having to pull half-crooked into parking spaces just to get out of my car. Which is fine, for pragmatism and all.
But then, when I have to leave, it’s abundantly clear that I’ve done a cracked-out parking job, because mine is one of about six cars left in the lot, and it’s parked diagonally, occasionally draining over into other spaces.
It’s madness, I tell you. Madness!