look, the parking spots aren't assigned. it's not his fault he hates driving and will fight for the best spot at the trader joe's so he can just get out of his shitty 2001 mitsubishi eclipse. FIGHT I SAY. and he would tots see that as a fair trade and be off right after flipping channels so he'd know which to turn to once he got home. a few days later there'd be an edible arrangement at her door with a note apologizing for the breaking and entering AND for the arrangement being all melon ("pineapple stars on a teacher's salary? that's a pipe dream").