I’ve reached a point in my life where if I can’t find parking, I’m just going to go home.

A guy in the parking lot saw me trip over my own feet so I yelled to him β€œI just quantum leaped into this body!”

You don’t scare me. You’re not a parking garage that I can’t figure out how to get out of.

Whoever has designed parking garages is either an architectural genius or an evil sadist.

I’m living in a parallel universe where I suck at parking.

Can we all agree that Mini Cooper drivers need to put an extended flag on the back of their cars so the stalls where they’re parked stop looking empty?

Humans can accomplish so much, unless it’s parking at a shopping center during the holidays.

Senility is the pits. Spent an hour driving around the mall parking lot looking for my car.

If I don’t duck my head when I drive into the parking garage, what’s gonna keep my car from hitting the ceiling?

Not only do I turn down my radio to find a house or a parking spot, but I also take off my sunglasses to hear someone better.

You know those lines you see painted on parking lots? I know this will come as a shock to some of you, but you’re supposed to park between them.

A big F*** YOU to people driving small cars and pulling deep into parking spaces so I think I have a spot until the last second.

Today I couldn’t find a parking space at work, so I drove back home. Looks like they have enough people there.

I hate small cars that disguise themselves as free parking spaces and drop their masks as soon as you pull up in front of them.

That beeping of the parking assistant when you get too close to other cars. I’d like that for people.

I’m a go with the flow kind of gal unless the flow is after 9pm or involves parallel parking.