I mean, I certainly wouldn’t have remembered, but you probably would, as I am so much more important than you. Where you would go drive out the mere six spaces out to an empty spot in the near-desolate lot I just park here, half in the lane and the other half on the no-parking lines. Why would someone as glorious as me deign to walk those whole 10 steps farther when I could just plant by car here?
Don’t you wish you were as special as me?
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