Parrkin'...porrkin'...parrkin'...pearrkin'....porrkin'-parking.

Am I the only one that looks around when exiting the car after performing a perfect, flawless parallel parking job? I get out of the car and catch myself looking around waiting for the applause or at least a compliment. It never comes. I feel like pointing it out to people walking down the street. No, I'm not the kind that needs constant approval. Though now that I think about it, I do tend to ask my girlfriend at times if it was "good for her too" always wanting to make sure she had her cookie before I did. Cookies....I love cookies.