The Seven Stages of Parking

"Stage 1: You're a kid. All you have to park is your butt.
Stage 2: You're a teenager and are out parking with a girl who has a good chance of being your future wife.
Stage 3: You're married with kids and are now parking at a McDonald's with a play area.
Stage 4: The kids have grown and are working, coincidentally, at McDonald's. Meanwhile, you've bought yourself a sports car and are caught parking with a girl who has no chance of being your future wife.
Stage 5: Now you're parking in the garage, where you're also living.
Stage 6: You're old; no license, no car, no parking spot.
Stage 7: You're parked. Permanently. You have your own parking spot. It even has your name over it."
Red Green (from the Red Green Show)

I’m trying to avoid stages four through seven.