Friday

The look of determination on my face - I had pulled as close in to the parked cars as I could, waiting for an opportunity to reverse back into the free space. Behind me a black car had stopped, too close for me to park, and refusing to go around even though I knew there was room. The quandry - to move on and keep traffic flowing - or to sit tight and wait it out (especially when it finally occurred to me that said driver may actually have been after the same park). I gave a small cheer (quietly to myself) as s/he finally moved off.