So, with a completely full parking lot, I performed my post-trip inspection at one of the fuel islands. I heated up some soup in my 12 volt oven. When the other lanes became full & a driver obviously needed fuel, I pulled forward - waiting in the pay-lane for about ten minutes. Then, I would circulate through the parking lot looking for anywhere I could possibly rest my truck for the remainder of the night. After no such luck, I would pull back into a fueling lane to repeat the above-described process. I searched the lot on foot several times, hoping for a freshly-vacated spot. After several hours of this, I finally got to occupy an improvised parking spot - next to the fuel islands. I didn't dare get into pajamas or pull my curtains. An hour later, an employee knocked on my door, instructing me to move - as he had to power-wash the concrete. I pulled forward. 30-minutes later, he let me reverse into my improvised spot again. There wasn't much sleeping that night, but I didn't suffer too much the following day because of it.
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