My car doesn’t fit in parking spaces, it overhangs and only just fits between the lines. I usually head for the empty spaces too far for most people to walk to the supermarket (ie more than 100 metres) and abandon it, in true 4×4 style, across four spaces, or, even better, with one or more wheels in the flowerbed (which no longer support any plant life, having long ago surrendered to a deluge of cigarette butts, empty lager cans, crisp packets, dog wee oh, and of course, 4x4s).
True though, no matter where I leave her, someone will park their chavmobile RIGHT.NEXT.TO.ME and then their fat chavvy wife and fat chavvy children have to try to wriggle out without hitting my doors.