No Room for Me

Summary

My best friend, Ronald Carr, was a terrible driver. He was always scraping his car against something, so he bought the parking space between mine and my fiancée's.

They both got off work before I did. By the time I got home, Ronald's car was usually parked at an angle, leaving me no room to pull into my space.

I ended up parking in an outdoor lot a little over half a mile away and walking home.

Ronald always acted embarrassed about it. He often came over to clean or fix things around our place to make up for the hassle.