Greek Tragedy

"What's this guy doing?"

I looked over to see a guy in the driver seat of the Honda zipping up his pants.  He looked at us, then started his car, and began backing out of his space.

My best friend, Eric, and I had grabbed some sandwiches from a Greek deli/grocer we'd heard good things about.  The deli didn't have a seating area of it's own, so we set about trying to find where to go eat our lunch.

We hopped in my truck, but after pulling into the street, decided to just pull into the office park next door and eat in the car.

We pulled into a row of cars next to a small red Honda.

After getting our sandwiches out of the bag, Eric had looked over at the Honda and pants in question and uttered the above query.

"Was he just jacking it?" I asked.

"That's what I was thinking”, Eric said.

"Surely that's not what he was doing." I insisted.

The guy finished backing up, then pulled over two or three parking spaces and re-parked.

"Oh, that's definitely what he was doing."

The office park wept.