Loads of parking relative to the size of the store, in rows of 6 bays. Plenty of individual spaces still available close to the shop entrance, but I instead reverse the E-Tron into a slot in the middle of a completely empty row further away. Perfect.
Mrs mik is half way out of the car when an A3 turns into the same parking section - two 50-ish ladies inside yabbering away. I knew immediately what was coming.
"Look at this dick" I rasped as she turned in (nose first of course) right fucking beside me. Mrs mik was fully out of the car now, and I was starting the thing back up, when A3 pilot opened her door, still gabbering at full pace with her passenger. She saw I was still in the car, and therefore took some care, but was so close to me that she couldn't open her door fully and had to squeeze out, whilst I shook my head in disapproval and deployed my strongest Paddington-bear stare.
As soon as her door closed, I moved out and re-parked at the adjacent completely fucking empty entire row of 6 bays about 10m away.
And she looked back at me with total confusion like I was the idiot.
