It’s a depiction of what happens when Grok writes the kind of soft porn that is sold in paperbacks in airports. This kind of trivial writing is slop to begin with.
A secondary joke is that the story is about a woman who looks over the shoulder of a man watching porn on his computer, while we the reader of the comic is also watching her over the shoulders as she reads her pulp fiction.
Without marked spaces it’s impossible to say.
Someone can park perfectly in the morning, but then with everyone else moving their cars during the day, it can easily appear as a shit parking later on.