It was the only spot left in the vast parking lot to the music festival, and so he took it.  He knew from the moment he started to pull into the very tight space that he’d be able to open neither door, yet trying to find a spot to park in the surrounding neighborhood would take far too long and result in too long a walk.  When he then sat with windows down and no way to get out, he questioned his decision to pull in, even its intent.  Was he deliberately sabotaging his own desire to attend the festival?  Because it cost too much? He went on, and just about succeeded in cornering himself in — and thus out of doing what he wanted — when he saw there was room enough to climb out his window to the roof of the car and then slide down the back.  As he did just that, he spoke out loud in his grandpa’s voice, Don’t just look down or to your sides dear boy when there’s always a way to look up.