A coworker keeps snapping photos with his iPhone for me when he goes by the parking lot. It’s become clear why my car was hit. Those big old gas guzzling doors need room to open, so she feels she needs to park into the next space over. Of course, I’m still the one in the wrong, I’m sure. Enjoy the photographic evidence over the last few days. It’s hard to see the white line, but in every one of these, she’s outside her spot.