Parking with Problems Part 11

   This time I need to go into the hospital itself, for some follow-up lab work. I'm told it's easy; there is Valet Parking. I dislike valet parking almost as much as parking garages, but am agreeable to the idea. I drive into the entrance and, since it's early in the morning, spot the rarity of 2 existing spaces in the lot before the entrance to the valet service, at front end of the lot, curbside. I pull in, not too close to the side of the curb; you know how that is. As I'm getting out of the car, a woman who has stopped her car alongside, shouts from her open window for me to move my car over so she can park in the other space. I walk around to the passenger side of my car, see that there's plenty of room, and tell her so. "No, she says,"Your rear tire is on the white line."  That was true, barely so, and I told her the next car over was a few feet from its white line so there'd be more than enough room. She was driving a sedan. She finally pulled in, with plenty of room, and I told her I knew she could do it. She didn't respond in any fashion at all, didn't thank me or anything, just walked into the building.
   After my appt., I walked out the door to see my car was completely blocked in by a line of cars parked parallel to the driveway, behind the row of parked cars, under the auspices of the parking valets. I ask the present valet if these parking spaces are okay to park in. He said yes, they are, but they are so busy today there is no more room in the valet lot, so they had to park out here. He said he'd move both cars which were parked behind me so I could get out. He moved one of the cars and I told him if he'd back my car out, he might not have to move the other.He gladly did so.
     So I drove home and parked my car sideways in the  driveway. Just because I could.