Enough Space

​“There isn’t enough space,” Tom announced, confident that this was the truth.
“The car thinks that there is,” Andrea replied, sitting in the driver’s seat of the brand new sedan.
“I’m going to get out and check,” Tom said, unbuckling his seatbelt.
“You don’t need to.”
Tom squeezed out of the passenger side door and walked back to better gauge the open parking spot. “I don’t think you can fit,” Tom argued.
“The car does it all robotically!” Andrea responded, yelling through the car window.
“You mean ‘...