I’m not the world’s best driver; I’ll readily admit that. I usually consider the yellow lines more of a suggestion than a rule. The speed limit is more advice than the law. I’m more of a creative kind of driver.
My husband, on the other hand, is a total show-off. He can drive down a curvy hill in the dark at full speed all while in reverse. He can squeeze through the tightest spots that make me cringe because I think we’re sure to lose a side-view mirror. Ronnie is the complete opposite of me – he is a very talented driver.
And it drives me crazy.
When we went to eat the other night at our favorite Mexican restaurant, there were no available parking slots. There was, however, a space between the dumpster and another car that someone could feasibly park in if they were willing to back in the very tight spot.
I was driving. Ronnie told me to park there, so I did what I always do. I told him to steer and I closed my eyes and operated the pedals. Once we were through the hairy part, I took the wheel back and finished backing in. There was a concrete retaining wall back there.
Ronnie sometimes overreacts when I’m driving. I don’t understand why. Anyways, as I was finishing backing in, he all of a sudden looks over at me with bugged out eyes and snapped, “There’s a wall back there! Stop!”
So, I naturally went a little farther and then stopped.
We got out, and here’s what we saw:
He swore I hit the wall. I was sure I didn’t. Well, actually, I was pretty sure I probably did, but I didn’t want to admit that I should have stopped when he told me to with his goofy bugged out eyes. He could have told me more politely. Like, “Dear, please stop reversing as there is a wall back there that I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you in any way.” That would have been much nicer.
We had to get on our hands and knees to determine whether I hit it. And HA! I didn’t hit it!
See that tiny gap? That was talent if I ever saw it! It was enough room for me to slide a piece of paper between my car and the wall, which I happily did as my symbol of victory.
Don’t tell my husband, but I honestly had absolutely no idea that the wall was even back there. I don’t know how in the world I didn’t hit it, but the point is that I didn’t! As far as I’m concerned, I couldn’t have maneuvered more precisely if I tried!
Who’s the good driver now?!
“Dear, please stop reversing as there is a wall back there that I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you in any way.”
Haha. Love that comment.
Well, it would have been much nicer, don’t you think?
Might have to side with Ronnie on this one seeing as there were a couple of incidents with you driving that I thought was going to cost me my life.
Truly awesome, and I love your writing style.
Thanks!
Go Mandy!
Haha! Thanks!
Of course you had to go a little farther! hahahahahaha!
I’m admittedly not always the most mature person…
What is it about men and cars which causes them to over-react? This is a prefectly good example of very fine car parking skill…
Thank you! I thought so myself…
Laughing! You and your hubby must be related to me and my hubby. I can just picture us on the ground jockeying for the best position to prove we are right! I love the pic of your husband on the ground taking a pic. Thanks for the laugh!
He actually pushed the back end of my car down which made it touch the wall, but that was clearly cheating, so I didn’t let him take the picture that way. I’m glad to hear you guys would also get on your hands and knees in a crowded parking lot just to settle a disagreement. At that moment, what could possibly be more important? Surely not what strangers may think of you!
Wow, THAT was close! Good job, even if it was an “accident”. Thanks for visiting!
Thanks! You too!
Funny! Loved it! That was good, bad AND funny!
Thanks so much. I got really lucky on this one!
Thanks Mandy for Stopping by and the like! By the way, awesome post. Funny!
Thank you!
Your welcome Mandy!
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