Leesha and the Parking Spot Drama
Leesha was a woman on a mission. Every morning, she’d leave her house, ready to conquer the day in her trusty little sedan. She’d pull up to work, or the grocery store, or the mall—didn’t matter where—and every single time, without fail, someone had the nerve to park way too close.
Now, Leesha was a plus-size queen, and she carried herself with confidence. But one thing that tested her patience was squeezing her thick self in and out of her car when some clueless driver decided to treat parking spaces like a Tetris challenge.
One day, after the third close-parked car of the week, Leesha had had enough. She pulled into the parking lot of her favorite brunch spot, ready for some chicken and waffles therapy, only to find a compact car wedged right up next to her driver’s door. Again.
“I swear, people have no respect,” she muttered, glaring at the offending car. There wasn’t even enough space to slide a piece of paper between the two cars, let alone her hips. Leesha huffed and puffed, trying to figure out her next move.
This wasn’t her first rodeo. She was practically a contortionist at this point. After a few deep breaths and a quick stretch (because she wasn’t about to pull a muscle over this nonsense), she yanked the passenger door open and crawled across the seats like an oversized ninja. By the time she popped out of her driver’s side, she was breathing heavy, hair a mess, and definitely not in the mood for brunch anymore.
Her best friend, Kia, was waiting at the restaurant and immediately burst into laughter when she saw Leesha stomping up, huffing like she’d run a marathon. “Girl, why do you look like you’ve been through it?”
Leesha plopped down in the chair and dramatically waved her hand. “It happened again, Kia! Someone parked so close to me that I had to do gymnastics just to get out. I’m tired! I can’t live like this!”
Kia, still chuckling, shook her head. “Leesha, you’re too much. But you know what? I’ve got the perfect solution.”
Two days later, Leesha pulled up to Kia’s house, curious about this “solution” her friend had promised. Kia handed her a small package with a sly smile.
“What’s this?” Leesha asked, eyeing the gift.
“Open it!” Kia grinned.
Leesha tore open the wrapping and burst out laughing. Inside was a big, bold bumper sticker that read: “DON’T PARK TOO CLOSE. I’M CHUNKY.”
“KIA! You didn’t!” Leesha doubled over, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. “This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen!”
“I did,” Kia said, still grinning. “Now, every time someone parks too close, they’ll know they’re messing with a chunky queen who needs her space.”
Leesha loved it. She slapped that sticker on her car with pride, and from that day forward, things started to change. Whether people saw the sticker and took the hint or the universe was just working in her favor, Leesha found herself with more breathing room in parking lots. And when she did spot a close-parker, she’d point to the bumper sticker, roll her eyes, and say, “Can you not read?”
One day, after work, Leesha saw a man sheepishly walking back to his car, which was parked a little too close for comfort. As he spotted the bumper sticker, he looked up at Leesha with a guilty grin. “Sorry about that,” he said, scratching his head.
Leesha crossed her arms, smirked, and replied, “It’s okay. Just remember—chunky girls need space!”
And from that day on, Leesha was the queen of the parking lot—spreading the gospel of space, one bumper sticker at a time.