Dropping Angus off at daycare today has brought back all my insecurities about my driving and parking skills – or lack of, as is the case for me. If there is such a thing as road smarts (as opposed to street smarts), then I can confidently say that I have none. Zilch. Zip. Zero. Comprendo?
Maybe I’m over-reacting. Maybe it was no big deal.
But I did somehow manage to forget I was taking Angus to daycare. Which meant we ended up at the local community centre instead. Angus was clearly privy to my mistake as well because I heard a very distinct “Ah haaaa!!!” from the back seat. I could only be thankful that he was two and probably wouldn’t retain much memory of his mother’s failings.
When we finally arrived at daycare, there were heaps of parking spots available. For some reason, I ended up pulling into the one spot that had a pillar on the right blocking the back door. Which meant I couldn’t get Angus out. Which kind of defeated the purpose of going to daycare.
So then I spent about five minutes trying to re-manoeuvre the car into the spot on the left. Five long minutes as another family that had pulled into the carpark looked on with increasing impatience. Or at least that’s what I surmised from the look the mum gave me when she stepped out of their car.
It was only afterwards, having dropped Angus off upstairs, that I realised what I had done: I had parked in a disabled spot. And not just in any disabled spot. It was the only disabled spot in the whole carpark. I can only imagine what that woman was really thinking about me.
So, you guys, what’s your verdict? Am I over-reacting? Or do you agree that I’m still as bad as when I first started to drive)? Be honest now peeps – no need to hold back. This is the internet after all.