Dream

I was making some repairs to an old, ramshackle, beach front store. I had to get a ladder and nail down half a dozen shingles on the roof of this single story building. When I came down an acquaintance drove up and complained about the way I parked. If I had pulled up behind the car ahead of me, he could have pulled in behind me, but as it was he was going to have to parallel park. Isn't that the way it always is? The situation was complicated by a section of yellow curb. A casual glance gave the impression that there was room behind my car, but if you step across the road, you can see that the restricted area was supposed to be a little longer, but the paint had been flaking off and was no longer clearly visible. Wouldn't make any difference to the meter maid, if one even showed up at this remote location. Anyway, he pulled a U-turn and parked in motel parking lot across the street.