The second Fiorella is out of sight, parking garages rearrange themselves so that when she returns, she has to press her obnxious alarm button for what seems like forever to find her car. And when she finally does find it, the odds are that, like yesterday, an Accura will be nestled so tightly against her Miata in a "compact" slot that Fio can only open the door of her baby car halfway. And when she gets to the check-out, she won't be able to find the stupid ticket, no matter how many times she goes through her purse, tote, and bra.
PARKING GARAGES ARE iNVENTIONS OF THE DEVIL!
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