This Close

I can't believe what a dingbat I can be. I was backing out of the garage this morning. Do I even need to finish that sentence? Luckily, I noticed this huge white form coming into view on the passenger side and put on the breaks before I ran into my husband's van a second time. I'm starting to really think I might be better off parked on the street, or even just out in the drive-way instead of in the garage. Let me run down the list of times I've had difficulties backing out of the garage.

Well, there was the time I was backing out and turned the wheel a little too much to the left while I was still in the garage and actually ran into the side of the garage itself with my front driver-side fender. Opps. Then the time I backed out all the way to the street, cut the wheels in a nice gracefull curve, and backed into my husband's car that was parked in front of the mailbox. That one should have been his fault for parking in front of the mailbox, but he didn't see it that way. Luckily I just hit the tire of his car and didn't actually do any damage. After that was when I backed out and scraped up against my brother's truck's bumper. Then just a month or so later was when I scraped down the side of my husband's van. It would have been much worse today because I was coming in at an angle, instead of just parallelling the van. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't noticed in time to avoid hitting the van again. I think running away would have been number one on the list, followed by denying any involvement, maybe even blaming it on some teen-age hot-rodder. How he would have hit the van in the driveway would have been tough.