Snacky Treats

So here I was pulling my little car into my assigned parking spot when ... dammit! ... one of the other tenants was blocking the driveway. I pulled my car to the side and turn it off.

"Are you going to be parking or coming out?", I asked.

Two people were just leaving this guy's car too, and the owner emerged from behind the car. "Oh, I was just showing some people my car. I'm trying to sell it." Oh. "Hey, would you mind if I showed you something?" he added. I shrugged.

He proceeded to show me the fact his little VW Beetle's antenna was hitting against this one low beam that was over his car. "I was wondering if you wanted to try trading spots with me?"

I kinda looked over the parking space, then at him, then back at my car, then back at him. "Um, sure? Let me try parking in the spot to see if it'll work."

So I put the car in the spot and he took mine. I guess it works even though my car is a tad longer than his super-compact. He said he was getting a truck and since my spot is really long that it'd be better for his truck. I told him I thought it would work... And then we got to talking for a while. Mark, he said was his name. He's a pretty cool guy. I was trying to get a glimpse if he was married but he talked with his right hand, not left. He seems pretty fit, maybe 5'10", seems to be early 30s, maybe a little Scottish, and has a slight almost-Brooklyn accent---I didn't ask. But, yeah, hm ... :) He's kinda cute in a rough-hewn way. The words "snacky treats" came to mind, recalling this one talk show where the girl guest was describing the cute guys that would follow her around... Hmm...