Today DH and I decided to drive over to Stratford-upon-Avon (ie Shakespeare's home town), about 45 minutes from our home, for a bit of shopping. Neither of us had been there in years, and were hoping for a nice day out. I was driving, and DH often gets a bit stressed when he's navigating and things are poorly signposted. And then the traffic was bad, and we missed a turning for the car park. Then I turned into the wrong car park, which was long term, and had to reverse out...So I found the right one, and it was very full, so I had to circle and hope someone was leaving. Ah ha! Spotted my chance, someone loading up their car and about to pull out. So I put on my indicators, and wait. DH is by now STEAMING beside me. I notice a minivan pull up behind me, and the driver gets out and comes over. "I really need that spot, I have a toothache, and have to get to the dentist." She wasn't demanding, and quite polite. But I could see that DH and I would have had a marital crisis if I did not park the car RIGHT NOW. "Sorry, no" I said, "I really need that spot."
It did occur to me that if she was going to the dentist, then she was local, so she knew other places to park in the area. I on the other hand, didn't. And if she was desperate, the car park over the road was more expensive but had plenty of spaces. Also, there was actually quite a lot of movement, and I noticed that she managed to find a space before I'd even finished parking the car. Probably without the imminent divorce/murder situation in my car, I would have let her have the space, and I did feel bad.