Wow. So. I thought I had nailed the tiniest parking spot in the world. But lo and behold, I have located, and successfully parked in, an even TINIER spot in the Fiat 500.
Ah, the simple pleasures in life.
Finding a dollar on the pavement. A warm, fuzzy sweater right out of the dryer.
Getting an ultimately sweet parking spot when you’re on the brink of running late for work.
Oh yes, that’s a good one.