Maximum difficulty level achieved.

"Wait a minute... How'd you park this truck here, Yankee?"
"How do you think I did it?"
"Well, I'd have to say you pulled in behind the truck in front of us and then that truck behind us pulled up after."
"But..."
"But both these guys been here the whole time. I seen them sitting here when he were coming in."
"So..."
"So, how'd you park this truck here, Yankee?"
"How do you think I did it?"

It's 2am and there are no decent parking places left at any truck stop, including this one. If Mickey hadn't spent over 4 hours feeding the product of two weeks worth of his roadtime into slot machines in New Mexico, we'd have arrived around 9pm instead of 1am. We might have actually had a chance at finding a parking place off the road. Instead, this was the only spot I could find. I had also seen it when we were driving down the road toward the entrance of the truck stop. After fueling, Mickey went inside and told me to try to find a place to park. After circling down every row of the lot, I returned to the two parked trucks on the side of the road directly in front of the convenience store. I sized up the gap between them and grinned. Perfect.

"Well?"
"I parallel parked this truck between these other two already sitting here."
"You did not. Not without a spotter, you didn't. Not in the dark. Not a chance."
"If you say so. It's also raining a little, you should include those bonus difficulty points as well. I want scored correctly and fully."
"Nevermind that now. I really need to know... How'd you park this truck here, Yankee?"
"How do you think I did it?"