Some stellar parking skills

I know that it is not nice to laugh at other people’s misfortune (or stupidity), but sometimes, you just can’t help it. For some reason there was another alarm malfunction with my calendar this morning, because the “move the car” entry scheduled at 7 this morning, mysteriously didn’t issue a reminder. This was very aggravating to me at first. Thank goodness Reagan was awake and wiggling around all morning. At some point she looked at the time and advised me that it was 20 after 7. This means that the chances of me finding an alternate side parking spot had already been diminished by about 50%. So I raced out to the car, drove around much longer than I usually have to, and finally located an iffy spot on Overlook terrace (much farther away than I normally have to park). Whatever. I took the spot anyway, crossing my fingers that I was indeed 15 feet from the hydrant. Anyway all of my frustration was totally redeemed when I came across this gem, pictured above, during my walk back to the apartment. Ouch! You can’t see it that well in the picture, but this person hit the curb in such a way while backing in to their spot, that they broke the bead seal on their tire and deflated it so that their bent rim now rests firmly on the curb. My question at this point is, who just decides to leave it like that, and what is the logic behind it?

“Oh crap! My tire! My rim! I guess I should have paid attention when I felt my car hesitate like I was hitting something. I thought it was just the car behind me, that is why I kept gassing it. I’m now technically parked on the curb, which is a ticketable offense! Oh well, at least it’s Thursday night, at least I don’t have to worry about it until Monday at 10:30. Hopefully NYPD Traffic, just wont notice the part about being on the curb.”

I like this scenario even better though:

“Man, that was a good parking job! It was a little hairy there at the end, with that weird loud noise and stuff. Oh well, I’m sure it was nothing.”