I have a parking problem.
I wrote previously about my shortcomings (perhaps not a strong enough word) when it comes to parallel parking. Basically, if you want me to parallel park, I am going to need more than one steering wheel and a whole lot more room. And don’t try to hold me to being within eighteen inches of the curb.
In your run-of-the-mill parking lot, with curbs and islands and painted lines, I also struggle. I have, for example, a tendency to park aslant relative to the painted lines. The ass of my car is often hanging out. If parking next to a curb, I am either too near or too far from curb. Sometimes, I require three attempts to get situated properly in my spot.
Yesterday, at a grocery store parking lot, I saw something interesting. What I mean by interesting is behavior every bit as silly as mine. As I walked across the lot, a horn blared not far away. Looking in that direction, I saw a man in a truck honking to warn a woman that she was about to drive her van smack over the center of an island in the parking lot.
Did that stop her?
Ab-si-tively (my own word) not!
She bucked right over that island, groceries slamming around in the van, and drove away.
I was very proud of her commitment to holding her driving line.
Maybe that’s my problem. I am not committed enough to my own unique way of parking. I should embrace crooked parking.
My new motto could be: Park Differently!