Mumbles … Parking

This one has me stumped… what can I write about parking? It doesn’t really scream poem. A flash fiction about someone stealing a parking place from me… nah. I could fill up half a page on how much I HATE to have to parallel park. I could discuss the lady who helps take care of Dad always parking across the sidewalk so her precious car is not parked in the street for 5 minutes while I gather my things in the morning and move my car out of the driveway. I could talk about how I like to park with an open space to at least one side of my car in hopes I can back out easier if no one parks there. Did I mention I hate to parallel park? I could discuss that one of my favorite restaurants has the smallest parking lot around. How about the insane rates to park at events (like the state fair and concerts). I know parking can be difficult for flyers at the airport. It is maddening when there is a spree in town of some idiot shooting out windows of parked cars with a BB gun. Or I could just say parallel parking should be banned. Oh well, guess I will call this good and go park myself in front of the TV for the early news. …but really parallel parking is the worst!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – parking