I didn’t know what to blog about this morning. The weather is atrocious right now, but it’s supposed to clear up…eventually.
So I just had a moment of utter disbelief. A lady was trying to back out of her parking spot. Someone had parked behind her by several feet. Like six feet or so. She cut her wheel to the right and started to back out…then she pulled back in. If she would’ve kept going, she would have been fine. She tried to go in the other direction, stopping three feet away from the vehicle behind her. She pulled back in. Got out of the car, looked at the distance and tried the same move again.
Eventually, she got one of her male co-workers to back out and what did he do? He cut the wheel all the way to the right and pulled right out. I wanted to run down the steps and move the car myself because her inability to pull out of that parking spot when she had plenty of room just firmly proved the stereotype that women can’t drive.
This infuriates me to no end. No, I wouldn’t say that I’m the best driver there is, but I at least try my best not to prove those “superior” men right. I had a lot of practice backing out of tight spaces when I first started driving. My best friend’s yard was always packed with cars and if you wanted to get out, you either had to ask everyone to move, or you had to learn how to manuever around those cars. I learned.
Now, I can’t parallel park to save my life. I can get pretty close if I’m under no pressure, but most of the time, I look for a spot I can just pull into. Luckily for me, there aren’t a lot of places around town where parallel parking is necessary. However, if I get stuck between two cars…well, I can get out. Trust me, I will get out.
I’m not saying you should back into someone’s car if they’re parked behind you, but look at all the angles and check the distance before you call the big, strong man in to move your car. Please? Pretty please? For me? It would make me sooo happy. And we all want me to be happy, don’t we?