When I first went to work at the local Chevy dealership right out of high school, I was doing detail work, and new car receiving inspection. I had a small lot to get those vehicles parked on, and being a skinny kid, I parked them as closely as possible, but I could still squeeze out. We didn't have lines to park between and we also parked some used cars on that same lot. I went in to work one morning and one of the salesmen (who had a
respectable belly) bawled me out because he couldn't get into a car to pull it out for a demonstration ride. I was enough of a s*** to tell him he should eat less steak.
