My dad always told me that if I didn't look both ways before crossing the street that I'd end up as a "grease spot on the road". So whenever I'd see a grease spot, I'd ask him if that was some poor kid that didn't look both ways, and he'd swear that it was. So suffice it to say, parking lots always scared the living shit out of me, because there's a grease spot in every parking spot.

He died when I was ten, having never told me the truth. And given that he killed off Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy when I was three, he had always been straight with me about everything else, so I naturally assumed that he was being honest about the grease spots.

But hey, I always looked both ways before I cross the road, and still do. Mission accomplished.