The best parking story happened to me 22 years ago in Winterthur:

I had an important doctor’s appointment. I was eight months pregnant and my belly was as huge like a drum. I just fitted behind the steering wheel of my red Mazda. On the back seat a hardly one year old – crying – baby. I was very late. Finally I see a free parking place. However an extremely tight parking place in a row of parking places. I think: Read More »