|I didn't feel like fixing this one|
|It's just a short walk to the curb|
It's not just parallel parking that gives me trouble. I think I may have a problem with depth perception; in all honesty, I should not be on the road at all. (I hope none of my car pool partners are reading this.) I don't always get completely between the lines in a lot. I just leave it as is, bolting from the car at top speed, hoping to avoid any friends, especially the ones who make fun of me, Mark Schroeder. The car is easy to spot, because we have the only 10-year-old Ford Focus with a country club bumper magnet in town.
My parking deficiency is slightly embarrassing, but I just don't know what to do about it. I can't have my husband teach me how to park, not if we are going to stay married.
My k-turn kicks ass, though.