You know when you're driving through a mall parking lot that's day-after-Thanksgiving crowded, and there's nothing, nothing, nothing, then all of a sudden, there's a front-row parking spot right next to the entrance? I always call that rock star parking. All of my friends tease me about it, but they've picked it up, too. So now ...

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