That’s one thing I really enjoyed about driving a beater - didn’t care about door dings! Even better, when some asshat parked right on the line, or even over it, I’d still take the space next to him, and make a point of parking right in the middle of my spot. I left one guy with maybe six inches to open his door. Pretty sure he had to crawl in from the other side. Serves you right for parking like an asshole!
Of course, I wouldn’t risk that with the GTI. I always park in the far corner of the lot, or pulled over tight at the end of a row. Still, shit happens. The first couple dings were painful, but now I don’t care so much. She’s ten years old and has her fair share of rock chips and rust spots, so what’s another door ding?
Honestly, it’s kind of nice to have an older car and not have to obsess over it.