“The car thinks that there is,” Andrea replied, sitting in the driver’s seat of the brand new sedan.
“I’m going to get out and check,” Tom said, unbuckling his seatbelt.
“You don’t need to.”
Tom squeezed out of the passenger side door and walked back to better gauge the open parking spot. “I don’t think you can fit,” Tom argued.
“The car does it all robotically!” Andrea responded, yelling through the car window.
“You mean ‘automatically.’”
“Just you watch.”
Tom rolled his eyes and walked to the back of the space, preparing to direct the car’s robot parallel parking mechanism with a series of vague hand gestures. He waited.
And waited.
“The car won’t go!” Andrea yelled through the window.
“That’s because there isn’t enough space!”
“It’s because you are standing in the parking spot.”
“So, now it’s my fault?”
Andrea took a deep breath, counted to ten, put the car in drive and drove away.
Tom stared in disbelief. “I can’t believe that dumb broad forgot I was back here.”