I pull up to a parking lot in Thousand Oaks, California, realizing that the space in front of me is one of the few that's empty.
The parking lot is mad with wandering cars, looking for a place to rest.
I take another look at the spot and realize WHY it's empty - the scuzz-bag who parked next to it parked way over the lines. As if anybody is really seeking to scratch the car door of an ugly, dirty, 90's SUV.
Anybody driving a car any bigger than your standard Hot Wheels would have to just keep on driving.