xxx: We have a transitional title of fool on the yard parking lot. There are about 30.5 parking spaces. Thirty and another half. Neither there nor here. You go so, you look, stands a muddle, two meters in front of him and two meters behind him. It is obvious, a fool. Everyone knows that these are the most semi-parking places. No, if we parked like in Paris, there would probably be 31 places. Parking is a meter in front of the car. Well, hole, people don’t trust each other, say, I’ll get up close, and I’ll be pressed behind, and what to do? In the brains of a complex design such as going out after parking and see if you’ve stuck someone – it’s not for us. Each of us is a wolf. I woke up perfectly tonight. Half a meter in front, half a meter behind. There was a parking lot, I will report. I was, fucking, happy with myself! And what? He went to the store. During this time, the cars have come and gone several times. I am a fool today =)