It's hotter than the hinges here today so I went hiking up on the mountain where it is cooler, along with everybody else in my fair city. Parking was tight. When I returned to my vehicle, there was a gentleman squeezing his car back into a spot, sort of sub-parallel parking. The lot is surrounded by a stone wall, maybe a eighteen inches high. One of the guy's passengers was serving as a spotter. "Crunch" as the car hit the wall followed by, "Whoa… dude!" Today's learning experience is that stoned people make lousy spotters.