I hate when I reinforce stereotypes - the latest one, that women are bad drivers.
I'm not a bad driver but am bad at parking.
A little background: I got a new parking place at work this week - an assigned one, woohoo! There is the trade-off that it’s a ‘buddy spot’, which means the spot is actually a spot long enough for 2 cars. Another person is also assigned to the spot and whenever we are both at work one of us is blocked in. We have to coordinate between ourselves to move a car if the person parked in the back needs out.
Anyway, I went to park in the spot and figured it’d be easier to back in so that I could more easily get out of the spot in the afternoon. I thought the parking log was before the post on the side, but I was wrong…so now I have a small scrape on my car…argh… having that happen in the morning really ruined my day for a while. I get mad at myself when I do dumb things, and really hated having to tell Kevin what I did.
I love Kevin for a million reasons, the latest being that his reaction was, “oh well, that's what bumpers are for, for bumping into things."