I park as far away from the venue as possible bc I know someone will park right beside me, and I'm making them exercise.

This is not pleasure, this is pain of not having public transport

Last year, me and my mom was out driving, I we were hungry and fund a restaurant to have lunch at, someone must just have left because the parking spot closest to the entrance was free and I parked there.

Felt like a movie when the protagonist allways finds a parking spot by the entrance in a full parking lot.

Believe it or not, I know the feeling. Took a vacation to Scotland like 10 years ago with the wife-to-be. Didn’t know anything shout the Fringe festival in Edinburgh and ended up there right in the middle of it with our rented car. Got used to driving on the opposite side of the road and car pretty quickly, but I was still remarkably proud of parallel parking in backwards-driving-world surrounded by street performers and tourists and doing it all on the first try. It was beautiful. We were perfectly equidistant from the surrounding cars, exactly 6 inches from the curb, in a manual transmission Jeep Renegade rental we picked up in Glasgow. To this day, it is my greatest parking achievement, without question. Still brings a tear to my eye reminiscing.

I am by far not a fuck cars guy but that screams car brain so fucking much. It's like looking into a dystopia.

Also I would be ecstatic about finding a really nice parking space so what do I know

People who can't find a spot close enough to the front of the building don't try hard enough. I mean, have you tried just parking directly on the sidewalk in front of the doors? Nobody is ever there! It's always an open spot!

Dude had a piece of good luck and now he's working it for all the serotonin it's worth.

I never personally understood the amount of focus people put on a good parking space. Unless it's so bad that I have to park in an entirely different lot, I just can't be bothered to care, and I see people getting so worked up over what is usually a minute or two max of walk time difference.

Obviously, some folks don't walk so good and I'm not talking about that. It seems like the default behavior for even able-bodied drivers and it leads to fucking road rage incidents.

I wouldn't* be surprised if she didn't drive. My wife has no conception of how difficult even just picking up someone can be, and demonstrate it time and again, standing on the other side of the road, or at a corner where I'll block all trafic if I stop.

Finding a sweet spot right in front of the place we wanna go would be like "well, yeah, you don't expect me to walk, do you?" for her, while I'd probably be as ecstatic as that poor guy.

We got a new TV while in lockdown. For about 4 months I would randomly say "Nice TV though".

What is he George Costanza?

2 years ago I parked next to the exact same model vehicle as mine and with the same aftermarket tire model. I still remember.

I have a friend like that ....

We'll both be looking at something amazing, like fireworks, a magician, a street performer, a house fire, an air plane crash, a ufo has landed, or a mushroom cloud from a nuclear explosion .... and even though he knows full well that the thing we're looking at is so interesting that you can't look away or ignore it, he will still tell me and others around us ...

LOOK AT THAT!, JUST LOOK AT THAT, SEE???, LOOK AT IT!! .... while nudging, holding, turning people at the shoulder and pointing manically .... LOOK AT IT, LOOK, YOU SEE THAT?, LOOK!!! .... even after you acknowledge him and tell him you're looking at it ... LOOK AT IT!, YOU SEE THAT! LOOK!!!

I parked legally in front of the Apple Store on 5th Avenue in Midtown Manhattan once.

Parking is like $40/hour in that area in a garage. Damn straight I'm still talking about the good parking spot.

We called those spots TV parking. Because in TV shows, they always get that perfect parking spot

I purposely park far from the doors so I get to walk. I would hate that spot.

Sounds like a sweet parking spot.

I’m the primary driver in our household and I don’t have good parking spot luck. Meanwhile, my husband has excellent parking luck. It’s gotten kind of funny actually. Before we really recognized it, he wondered why I didn’t like going to a particular grocery store. It’s because the parking lot is terrible. “You mean you don’t just park up front?” Uh, what? How would I do that exactly when none of those spots are ever free? But on the off chance that he’s driving, there is always, always a spot close to the door. It’s gotten to the point where if we’re going somewhere where the parking is going to be difficult, he drives.

He's either really positive or having a very bad time at the aquarium and is trying to force himself to be happy about something lol

Rockstar parking, we call it!

This happens to me so frequently my D&D friends joke that I'm clearly the favored disciple of the god of driving.