"Ania, my little kotku, I adore you. Please, please, my darling kitten! Please leave your rich dull husband and run away with me."
Marek slid his hand slightly higher on her thigh, and felt Ania shiver with ... what? Excitement? Fear?
"Oh Marek..." she sighed. "I don't know. I don't know what I want."
She leaned closer to him and sighed again. Her fur coat fell open. He could smell her expensive perfume and he ached with desire. Instantly he knew that he couldn't live without her.
Suddenly, a brilliant beam lit up the inside of the car.
"Open up! Get out!" The police officer rapped sharply on the windscreen with the torch, and Marek and Ania looked at each other, alarmed.
Oh for God's sake. I'm wasn't talking about THAT kind of Polish parking problem. Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking about another kind of parking problem.
Let's begin again.
An up-and-coming post-Communist country, where people are reveling in new-found freedoms.
(Enough hyphens in that last sentence for you?)
And what says "freedom" more than bending the rules? After all, rules are for the cowering, the oppressed, the scared.
And what better way to prove how modern you are than to assert your free spirit in everything you do? Including how you park your car.
In some places, people learn that it's proper to park your car like this.
Note that car is equidistant from all pavement lines. Car is exactly parallel to lines and well inside the hash marks indicating the end of the parking space. People park like this in England and in America.
But not in Poland!
In Poland, people park their cars like this.
Eff You, car park lines! We won't be oppressed by your totalitarian controlling ways! We want to be free! We want to be modern! We want to live now, in the moment! We will not be downtrodden. We will not bend like reeds in the breeze.
We are Polish. And we SHALL, we SHALL! We SHALL park as we please.