After easing into the spot, you step out of your car.
You can't believe it.
There's no red, green, yellow, none of it. Just a smooth gray curb.
It's the best parking spot in the world.
You look around and think to yourself, "Is this really happening to me?" Your reminded of the many cumulative hours spent in your life driving here and there just to find a spot. But now the spot you have, just a 30 second walk to where you need to go, leaves you breathless.
It doesn't make sense. You rack your brain, "Why this spot? Why is every other spot filled except this one?" You begin to doubt. You investigate the spot, wary of your own auspiciousness.
Was there a parking sign, a rule or regulation that you might've selectively not paid attention too?
You scan the area intensely...
No. This spot, the greatest parking spot in the whole world, is yours.
You almost cry with quiet joy. The other commuters walk past you and you feel their envious stares upon you.
"Haha, fuck you guys," you think to yourself.
You resist the urge to take a picture of this priceless moment. You look one last time at your car and then in a joyous mood, make your way to your destination.
