As you pull up to Lady Azullia's little shop squeezed inbettween two sky-scrapers, you remember what you heard about her on the radio. The spot was 20 seconds long and included a recording of the conversation bettween lady Azullia and the Commissioner. It basically prooved that her mother was psychic, and had the forsight to make a binding agreement with the city for the property that the shop is on today, smack in the middle of downtown Trenton. Now, 50 years later, Lady Azullia has a prime location on the busiest corner in the shopping district, across the street from an international flower shop.

You notice that she has no parking lot. Instinctually, you look around for a dumpster that you can park at, but the nearest one is pretty far away. Further investigation shows that directly across the street, in front of the flower shop, there are two parallel spots in a row untaken, but your truck is so wide, that you might have to get up on the curb a few feet closer to the front of the flower shop, so you don't stick out into the street.