Today, I had cause to park in a supermarket car park. As is my usual plan, I parked off in the far corner, away from the "I have such a busy life that I don't have time to bother about anybody else"-types. There was ten minutes of a rather interesting programme about fungi left on Radio 4 and, so, I decided to listen to it and opened the driver's door for added ventilation, it protruded about a foot into the vacant space next door. I had eight vacant spaces immediately to my left and seventeen vacant spaces immediately to my right. A couple of minutes later a car appeared and it seemed that the driver was insistent on parking in one of the vacant spaces.
There are no prizes for guessing which space was the only one that was suitable.
It was red Peugeot of some sort, for those that don't trust other parking surveys.