I’m not the world’s best driver; I’ll readily admit that. I usually consider the yellow lines more of a suggestion than a rule. The speed limit is more advice than the law. I’m more of a creative kind of driver.
My husband, on the other hand, is a total show-off. He can drive down a curvy hill in the dark at full speed all while in reverse. He can squeeze through the tightest spots that make me cringe because I think we’re sure to lose a side-view mirror. Ronnie is the complete opposite of me – he is a very talented driver.
And it drives me crazy.
When we went to eat the other night at our favorite Mexican restaurant, there were no available parking slots. There was, however, a space between the dumpster and another car that someone could feasibly park in if they were willing to back in the very tight spot.
I was driving. Ronnie told me to park there, so I did what I always do. I told him to steer and I closed my eyes and operated the pedals. Once we were through the hairy part, I took the wheel back and finished backing in. There was a concrete retaining wall back there.
Ronnie sometimes overreacts when I’m driving. I don’t understand why. Anyways, as I was finishing backing in, he all of a sudden looks over at me with bugged out eyes and snapped, “There’s a wall back there! Stop!”
So, I naturally went a little farther and then stopped.
We got out, and here’s what we saw:
He swore I hit the wall. I was sure I didn’t. Well, actually, I was pretty sure I probably did, but I didn’t want to admit that I should have stopped when he told me to with his goofy bugged out eyes. He could have told me more politely. Like, “Dear, please stop reversing as there is a wall back there that I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you in any way.” That would have been much nicer.
We had to get on our hands and knees to determine whether I hit it. And HA! I didn’t hit it!
See that tiny gap? That was talent if I ever saw it! It was enough room for me to slide a piece of paper between my car and the wall, which I happily did as my symbol of victory.
Don’t tell my husband, but I honestly had absolutely no idea that the wall was even back there. I don’t know how in the world I didn’t hit it, but the point is that I didn’t! As far as I’m concerned, I couldn’t have maneuvered more precisely if I tried!
Who’s the good driver now?!