I'm convinced that some people believe that their car will get lonely if it's parked on its own in a distant corner of a car park.
Twice each week I work in Winchester, in a multi-storey car park. There are two spaces on each floor where the floor turns through a slight angle, and the spaces are wider at the back than the front, and have the added advantage that there are vertical galvanised steel girders on either side at the front, so the outsized SUV's which infest our streets can't park in them, and the timid parkers (usually those who can't park a small hatchback straight in a space) are too frightened to risk them.
Unfortunately, two elderly parents in poor health mean that I've spent far too much time visiting Southampton General Hospital, and its overpriced and under-sized car park. I hate the place with a passion, and much of that is due to the abysmal car park, with undersized spaces inhabited by oversized cars, SUV's and OAP's depositing their small hatchbacks haphazardly and inconsiderately in the inadequate spaces.
My car is parked, wherever possible, either on the end of a row, in the far corner of the car park, between two pillars, or all of those things. I've had to pay £450 to have a dent in the offside front wing of my Golf repaired during the last year. I hate using public car parks. I hate the fact that the spaces haven't been enlarged, but cars have, and I hate the chavvy, inconsiderate attitudes of some of the cretins who use them.