what is it about finding that perfect, in-front and closest possible parking spot in the morning...right out side of work,...when you are running a little late. running late, and plot/planning how exactly you are supposed to cut of of class at the break, run to the meter and pop in another 2 hrs. worth, then slink back into class late, late. thumbing this through your mind at the same time as driving stopgostopgo and avoiding the really annoying old lady driver with a lead foot and no turn-signal cooth in the freakin white audi (no one thinks about car manufacturer comrade-dery anymore. rrr.)

but you find it...
a shining beacon, the lonely parking meter...the one you swear at, usually, that fuck who gets there just before you...the spot with noone behind or in-front, just your car, free and clear at its own meter
right
in
front.

...and you smile, you grin like a freakin idiot and whistle (if you can), jumping up the stairs two by two up to work. you are happy to be there. you have arrived, and today...you rule.

*smirk*