I confess, I stole a parking spot! When I got out of my car, and the pretty girl whose spot I stole rolled down her window and bravely confronted me, I feigned ignorance. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." In the Starbucks after I had sat down with my purchases to write, I saw her driving out of the parking lot in her Corolla. I was wearing my distinctive orange jacket which could easily be seen through the tinted windows of the cafe. She spotted me. She smiled evilly. I immediately went outside to check out my car. It seems fine. Seems fine.