I was attending a course in Uxbridge yesterday and today which required an overnight stay. I was booked in to the Slough Holiday Inn. Not one of the most salubrious establishments I have had the pleasure or good fortune of staying in but I digress. The parking looked a bit iffy - narrow spaces filled with various Scheissewagens and those awful electric Telsa things, and frankly I did not want to run the risk of Betsy incurring any dings, dents or scrapes. By luck, there was an underground car park. I hatched a plan. I would park Betsy in the furthest corner of the underground car park. She would be safe there, surely. Nobody would park next to her, would they? This is the sight which greeted me this morning after I checked out:
There were plenty of other unoccupied spaces in the car park but no, they chose to park RIGHT NEXT TO BETSY. They didn't even have the courtesy to park over more towards their right hand line did they? I was parked as close to the wall as I dare to reduce the risk of unwanted damage. Had I had the time, I would have waited for the owner of that 똥 더미 to return (Google Translate is your friend) so I could question him (or her) on why they parked right next to me, and depending upon the size and build of the driver, possibly given them a bunch of fives too for good measure. I was barely able to get in. Were I an unkinder type, the rivets in my jeans might have "brushed up" against the other car's paintwork. However I am not a bad man. I didn't even leave a note underneath their wiper blade doubting their intelligence and parentage.