A short story with a dash of humour, contemporary, set in inner-Sydney. Itâs raining cats and dogs and Rick is being jabbed by the hot needle of panic. Heâs running late now after dashing out to get last minute dessert for the crucial dinner party tonight where Rick and wife Vanessa are entertaining Vanessaâs boss and his wife. Rick carefully wheels his pride-and-joy, his almost-new Audi, around the block looking for a parking space. Heâd had everything set, the Audi tucked away in a nearby street so that Vanessaâs boss and wife could park in Rickâs little private space at the back of the house. Friday night and in this fashionable inner-city suburb itâs easier for a straight white male to win a Premierâs arts prize than it is to find a free space. But itâs okay, as a last resort Rick can park across his own driveway blocking in the bossâ car. Except that he canât, can he? Some selfish bastard has already parked there. Enraged, Rick mangles the windscreen wipers of the offending car, only to learn when he joins the dinner party, that the boss and his wife brought two vehicles. Can Rick make good before the stroke of doom?