One Tire Over The Line, Sweet Gummi Mary

Mrs. HM always parks where she has space available to open T-Hoe's door the full monty. It has two notches, you know. All the way, and not far enough. If the door isn't open all the way, it's a struggle to bend my right knee and slide it under the steering wheel. I can barely bend it 90 degrees.

For that very reason, I will park away from other cars, or on the end of a parking row. Just so nobody can crowd me while I'm inside doing my business. The exception is The Gas Station Chicken Store. It has a space on the right end of a row, where they've widened the space to allow the owners to sometimes drive their large SUV up beside the building. I never trap them in there, heh, heh. But if the space is available, people park in it.

Last week, I chose that parking space. I always cheat way over to the right. They have a concrete parking bumper there, sideways, to keep you from going too close to the building corner. I get T-Hoe's right side tires within a couple inches of that bumper. Which leaves me enough space to open T-Hoe's driver's door ALL THE WAY without invading the neighboring parking space proper.

SWEET GUMMI MARY!

I came out, 44 oz Diet Coke and scratchers in hand, to find a line-parker!

Oh, NOT-HEAVEN no! There was NOTHING on the other side of that car. Nobody was parked there when I went in or came out. They didn't adjust due to somebody else's bad parking job. IF they were doing it to give themselves a wide-openable driver's door, then they would have understood my plight, and guessed the reason I was far off our dividing line. You'd think they would have at least stayed inside their own space. That's all I needed. An inch or two more.

It doesn't look as bad from this vantage, high up in the driver's seat. But I could NOT get T-Hoe's door open to the second click without the edge resting on that bright red paint job. It won't balance in between clicks. So I had to cram my legs in with the door open only to the not-far-enough notch.

Looks like T-Hoe is a magnet for weirdos' cars

People piss me off. I'll have to go back to parking way over by the moat, in unmarked spaces.