And so you do yourself no favors when you finally make it into the parking garage, and are going around a corner and become entirely distracted by the gorgeously tall brunette in the turtleneck, the downright unlawfully tight pants and the red “naughty secretaryâ€? high heels walking toward the elevator. (What the hell department calls that a dress code?)

So distracted, in fact, that when you see the car in front of you angle sideways and begin to back up, you figure it’s just someone who doesn’t know where they’re going and gun it impatiently, forgetting momentarily that the rental vehicle you’re driving is massive.

You end up barely squeezing in between them and the parking space that they were trying to back in to before you interloped. Sounds of an angry horn echo among the concrete walls. (The only difference between regret and not giving a damn is you.) There will probably be an email from Security waiting for you at your desk upstairs – maybe you should rethink the aggressive way you drive.