Parking

by Teddi Scobi

When driving somewhere with anyone
I like to park as close as possible.
Like Kojack.
He would speed to the bustling crime scene
and effortlessly roll his Buick Century into the one spot magically available
right in front.
That's how it went on the TV show.

So, we are going to the supermarket.
Sadly my husband, not Kojack, is driving.

I'm on high alert for the prime space-
There's one! Hurry up! Shit- it's gone. Wait- right there!
But no.
He proceeds to the far reaches of the
Market Basket netherworld
and turns off the engine.

Why do you do this?!
Why the fuck do you park so far away?

As we get out of the car and begin to thread our way together through the people and carts and chaos he says-

I'd like to walk with you as long a s possible.