An asphalt forest bathed in an ocean of autos greets us as we search desperately for a space to call our own.  “Are they leaving or just getting here?” she asks as I look through the throng of glass and steel for some vehicular real estate.  We could park further away and benefit from the long and arduous walk to our shopping Mecca.  Or, throw caution to the wind and occupy the empty paraplegic space.