Yesterday I pulled up behind a silver car waiting at a stoplight. There was another white car to my right, double parked with the blinkers on. Maybe a foot from my passenger side door. Three cars packed together like a Tetris L.
An older, burly dude was walking slowly down the sidewalk, eyeing the parked white car. I assumed it to be his. I also knew there was no way in hell he’d be able to open his driver’s side door. There wasn’t any room with his double park for him to get in.
I started to feel tense. Totally ready for the stoplight to turn green so this whole situation would go away. I like stuff to go away.