I’m chattin with a couple customers, guy, girl, I tell em, I gotta brag for a second. The girl says, yeah? Go for it. Well, I find this brilliant parking spot tonight, right outside the bar, I parallel park, and it’s a thing of beauty. I mean, I pull in, I move forward a hair, I don’t even have to. I check, I’m a half foot from the curb. Perfection. Five years of parallel parking in LA. I’m unstoppable. The chick says, yeah, I’m a good parallel parker too. The guy goes, no, you’re not. You pull in. No, I don’t. He says, yes, you do. So I go, you never pull in. That’s not parallel parking. She goes, it’s ok when there’s two spaces open. You don’t parallel park.
I say, that’s fine, but don’t claim to be a good parallel parker, when you’re a puller inner.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.