PARALLEL PARKING

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Parallel parking... my Achilles heel!

Submitted: September 12, 2018

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Since when did parallel parking become a spectator sport? Well allow me to enlighten you... at precisely ten twenty five this morning!

It all began when I arrived for my routine dental check-up to find the small car park full. No, problem, I thought, driving into the one way street just round the corner with the benefit of short stay parking bays on both sides of the road.

As luck would have it, there was just one empty bay available between two parked cars. Directly to the left of it, in a converted building beyond the pavement, is office accommodation.

Now I am the first to admit that parallel parking has always presented a challenge to me, but with time and several (okay numerous) manoeuvres later, I can normally make a reasonable job of it. The problem is getting the car at the correct angle to achieve a seamless manoeuvre that seems to be beyond my capability, and today was no exception.

At the second attempt I became vaguely aware of a figure at the window of one of the offices, a steaming mug clutched firmly in his hand and, it seemed, enjoying some opportune entertainment during a coffee break. At the fourth attempt, convinced I had achieved a snug fit beside the kerbside, to my horror I realised there was still a yawning gap between 'it' and the wheels of the car.

I could almost feel my spectator's eyes burning into me and, to add insult to injury, a quick sideways glance revealed he had now been joined by a colleague, who had no doubt been alerted to the sport taking place.

With my cheeks burning with humiliation, I finally manoeuvred the car into a reasonable position and, resisting a strong urge to flick an obscene gesture towards my smirking spectators, made my way quickly towards the dental surgery. I have never in my life been so pleased to step inside a dental surgery... hear the comforting sound of the drill, inhale that distinct smell, and sink gratefully into the reclining chair.

Any problems?” my smiling Dentist asks.

 


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