Alec's Parking Solution

We've all been there. Well, at least I know I have.

Downtown Somewhere, just trying to park. I'll circle the block over and over again, hunting for an open spot like a lion for its lunch. I'm a parking predator. But, like all hunts, sometimes it takes time. Lots of time. If I'm lucky, I'll find a spot on the first pass and jump on it. Too often it's not an open spot I spy, but a minivan just starting to weasel out of it's space.

So, like any other parking predator in situations like these, I lurk in the shadows close to my prey, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and park. Stealth and cunning are key.

Traffic stacks up behind me, yet still I wait. Horns blast and sedans swerve, and still I will wait. These things cannot be rushed.

Finally, my time has come: I surge forward, reel back, and tuck my car neatly into place before you can say "parallel." And just like that, it is done.

Sure, I'm proud of my parking skills. But I'm sad to say that nothing I do will ever hold a candle to this world record holder's skills. (Warning: don't try this at home!)