So there is a small spot somewhere along the canals. I stand whistling parallel to the car for the spot and look in my mirrors. Guaranteed that there, sorry for the gender-stereotyping, is a man standing who is going to give directions. “Watch out, huh, for the water.” Then he stands behind your car and moves his arms as if he wants to land a Boeing on the Buitenveldertbaan at Schiphol. “Come on, come on, come on…” Then he explains with his hands how much space I still have.

Then I turn my head out of the window. “Friend, first of all, I have had my driver's license longer in my life than not, secondly I have a Renault TWINGO, in other words, the car with the smallest turning radius ever (for example, you don't need to maneuver in a narrow street with this car, you do it in a smooth motion, but that's beside the point) and I also have an alarm system that gently warns me if there is an object behind my car that I might not have seen. And can I please get by? I have more to do today.”