Heidi February 13th, 2008
I’ve never been good at parallel parking.
My Driver’s Ed teacher taught me how to do it back in high school, but I was pretty hopeless and couldn’t do it unless I had tons of room to work with.
So when I took my driver’s test at 16, I dreaded having to parallel park.
But, thank goodness, the heavens were merciful that day and the man never asked me to do it!
So I passed the test and spent the next 11 years studiously avoiding the need to parallel park.
Seriously, I’m more than happy to park 23 blocks away from my destination to get an easy parking job.
Or at least I was more than happy, until I had the Bubbers king.
And now I realize the extreme importance of being as close to your destination as possible when transporting 23 pounds of cuteness and 64 pounds of Bubbers gear with two shrimpy arms.
So when I drove into The City today, I did it.
I parallel parked.
Or at least, I attempted to parallel park.
And I’m glad to report nobody was hurt during the execution of this monstrosity.
In fact, Bubbers amazed me with his ability to nap through the whole ordeal.
Nonetheless, I probably should take Charming up on his offer to re-teach me how to parallel park.
Just in case I ever have to do this again during my next 11 years of driving.