Let the record show that when I park T-Hoe, I select a space that allows me to open up my driver's door all the way. T-Hoe has big doors. They open halfway, or all the way. My knees will bend 45 degrees at best. It is difficult to get my feet in the door if it's not completely open.
Sometimes this means that I park next to the cart return at The Devil's Playground, even though closer spaces are available. I can't take a chance on getting crowded by another car that parks beside me. At Country Mart, I park in the last space on the left, way at the end of the building, because nobody can park on that side of me. On CasinoPaloozas, Farmer H often has to back A-Cad out of the space so I can open the passenger door all the way to get back in. I'm always prepared to preserve maximum door-openage when I park.
At The Gas Station Chicken Store on Monday, the closest space to the building was available. I often park there. I can cheat over to the right, getting my tires about two inches away from concrete bumper thingy that they have placed sideways, like a parking line. That gives me extra room to open my door. Wide open, it just reaches the parking line on the left.
I went inside, confident that I'd be able to get back into T-Hoe when I returned. You already know what happened, right?
As I walked back to T-Hoe, I could see that a car had parked on the other side. In that annoying way, where they don't pull all the way forward in the space. But nothing else looked amiss. Going behind T-Hoe, a 44 oz Diet Coke and two scratchers clutched in my hand, I was greeted by a Little Old Lady coming toward me.
"Hello, there."
"Hello."
Little did I know that the Little Old Lady had committed a crime against my good nature.
Had she only pulled forward all the way, there wouldn't have been a problem. I was scooted over plenty far. You can see all the space I left, just in case. I could get T-Hoe's door open MOST of the way. Not completely. That LOL's mirror was blocking T-Hoe's door. As I leaned over to put my magical elixir in the cupholder, and my phone and scratchers on the console, I saw the LOL entering the store.
Heh, heh. It would be quite a while before she got back to her car. She might possibly have been walking slower than ME. I opened T-Hoe's door as far as it would go. Which meant that it rested upon the mirror of the LOL's car. I didn't hurt it. Didn't slam it or anything. Just eased it up against.
Good thing she didn't have an alarm.
Lucky for you she didn't have an alarm. Can you imagine watching LOL trying to shuffle-hurry back to her car to inspect possible damage and turn off the alarm?
ReplyDeleteRiver,
ReplyDeletePossible damage? She would have thought I was stealing that little toy car! I barely put any force on it. Like a butterfly landed there. It was softer than Farmer H's caress, heh, heh!
Do you still have to park to pass the test for a drivers license? I did. Why do people not know how to park within the lines? Do they also color outside the lines?
ReplyDeleteKathy,
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure that when this LOL took her driver's test, she was in a Model T, and there were way fewer cars on the road and in the parking lots. Which were probably gravel, without lines. She reminded me of Tweety's Grandma.