There’s a story about a couple in their 60s trying to get their car parked in Melbourne CBD.

Wife: “Move forward a little bit, please.”
Husband: “Are we there yet?”
Wife: “No, more, move more please…Oh, come on, kick the damn pedal you blardy bastard!! You’re not moving at all!”

*Bump*.

Wife: “Stop right there!! Now that’s more like it…Hmm, which direction is it to Myer?”
Husband: “…”

When asked about why they parked the car like that, the wife answered,

“There ain’t enough parking lots available out there on the roads so save as much space as you can you blardy morons! I’ll sue VicRoads for not providing us more parking lots! I’ll sue anyone out there who takes parking lots for granted! and I’ll sue you for asking me such blardy hell question…blardy mary…”

Typical.

I’ve seen this scene for not once, but many times before. Only this time I snap them.

A close-up to the photo above. Well, to be honest, I did the same thing once before in Chadstone shopping complex’s parking lots. But then, I was told, “No worries mate, it’s only a kiss.”