The World Must Move Around Me

Yesterday my dad drove me and my bro to his office building. He was going for work while we were taking the train and then going shopping from there. Normally he is really good at parking his car (or well ... jeep) but yesterday I don't know what happened to him. The car was parked at an angle and the front part of the car had crossed the line into the parking next to his. So as he got out of the car me and my bro told him he needs to straighten the car since he was crossing the lines. My dad was clearly too lazy to do his so he replied:

"The lines are crooked."