I am not the best driver. However, when it comes to parallel parking, I am a pro-star. I would rather parallel park than pull straight in. But that's what you get when you learn to park an old school full sized van -- mad skillz.
Sometimes I'm off my game and there is nothing as disheartening to me as a bad park. But recently, it's been all good. So when I saw the tight space just in front of one of our favourite haunts, I was pumped. I would get to parallel park and there were a bunch of people loitering outside the neighbouring grill to view my abilities.
I swung up beside the other car and flawlessly slid my car in. Smooth and no corrections, I put my car into park with a smirk on my face. Imagining I was on a commercial as a classy, tall, stunning woman who just showed all the men who is boss, I got out of the car, flung my purse over my shoulder and sauntered to the sidewalk to admire my handiwork. I was the perfect distance from the curb. I grinned.
It was then I noticed that all the people had gone inside. I was being vain all to myself.
Suddenly, I'm not so much impressive as pathetic.