Trapped between an SUV and the biggest pickup truck ever made— he's backed in, so there is no hope of seeing past or around (maybe under?) its massive hood. This parking space is a tunnel, exit blocked intermittently (unpredictably) by the whooshing of cars who can’t see me coming any better than I can see them. It's a game of (blindfolded) chicken I don't want to play, both literally and figuratively in the dark. I want to scream. I turn on an audiobook instead, and I wait.