More than the ambiguous final scene (honestly, we expected it); the death of Phil Leotardo (memorable but gratuitous); the complete absence of Dr. Melfi (who was that designer impostor?); and the lack of even one Pink Floyd song on the soundtrack, what's bothering us most about last night's much-anticipated finale of The Sopranos is series creator David Chase's portrayal of the competent, self-assured young Meadow Soprano as a female who can't parallel-park.