In the wise words of Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield. But, so is the parking lot. At our office building parking lot, it’s every man for himself. Spots are scarce, even early in the morning, and you are often put face to face with the same foe on multiple occasions. There is no, “Do me a solid bro; let me take this spot,” there is no polite banter that we walk away laughing from. It is war, and there can only be but one victor. This morning was a perfect example of how the parking lot works, and how only the strong will survive. I can’t guarantee that we’ll come out on top next time, but for now we enjoy the taste of victory.