The Parking Structure

Wherein the wanderer leaves yet another exotic isle and returns to the mainland only to find that his car, exactly where he left it in the local’s backlot, is now blocked in by said local’s truck from behind, a shade structure on one side and a tree on the other. Only the local is now on the island the wanderer and his girlfriend just returned from and he didn’t leave his keys. All in spite of the fact that the wanderer told him exactly when he’d be back and the local has a yard the size of a football field and could have parked his car anywhere! Obviously the local was concerned that the wanderer had no intentions of paying is 40B parking fee (roughly=US$1.15). The wanderer, naturally, is insulted and takes this apparent suspicion quite personally.
After his bout of self-pity, the wanderer takes stock of the situation along with several of the local’s neighbors who work the rubber orchard behind the local’s house. The wanderer tries a number of trucks parked in the vicinity of his tiny royal blue Honda hatchback with the playboy bunny plates (very manly, he assures you) in an effort to find one that may be pushed out of the way thereby creating a crack of daylight through which the wanderer can negotiate his rented girly-Honda to liberty.
Miraculously one of the doors opens and the locals rally to the wanderer’s aid and push the pick-up back far enough to allow the wanderer to attempt to move his fem bunny-mobile through two pillars holding up a tin roof with very little room for error on either side.
His attempts over the next 15 minutes prove that the wanderer is just the sort that ought to be driving a bitch car even as he tries to explain to his confused girlfriend and the jovial, ready to help rubber crew that despite appearances otherwise, this rather small Honda is riddled with gaping blind spots.
Finally, one of the locals comes up with a brilliant solution. He looks at the tin roof shade structure and notices that with six total support pillars, he could dig out one of them and theoretically the structure would remain standing. His plan works to a tee, but even with enough space for a full size Ford F250, the wanderer still requires a full ten minutes to drive his beloved Honda through the window to freedom.
“Only in Thailand,” the wanderer mutters to his curvy, sun-kissed girlfriend as they wave to their fellows and head north.
“Thailand wasn’t behind the wheel,” she replies.

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