In my elder years, sometimes it gets harder for me to find where I left my car.
So apologize for my style of parking, I'm glad it provided shelter for the stray cats in the alley from the rain,
and while aimlessly clicking my key-fob for hours hoping to pickup the "tut-tut" sound of my door unlocking, I'm grateful that the lights have lit up the streets so it's safer for women to walk without complete darkness.
I wonder if pilots ever forget where they parked