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Last night I pulled into a spot at the restaurant. Got out, looked at the line on driver side, seemed kind of far. Walked around front and I was over the line on passenger side.
INSTEAD of shrugging and heading in to get pizza, I got back in the car and parked in the middle of the lines.
In my defense, it was the wife's big-assed Highlander, and I backed into the spot so she could drive straight out later with no issue of impending collision with incoming vehicles.
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I have romped on her and I giggled like a drunk infant the entire time. - Sedan_Clan
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