So I love watching people try to parallel park. I think it’s a riot sometimes.
You see, I like to say that the one thing I learned in High School was how to parallel park. This is of course a lie as I learned many other things in High School, but whatever it’s a thing that I say sometimes.
I’m damn good at parallel parking. I know the edges of my car to a “T” and can get her in a space with only a handful of inches of room on each end. This is a fact. Okay so I haven’t like, entered any parallel parking competitions…but that’s not the point.
The point is, where I live there is a lot of parking around that is only parallel. Now my being pretty handy at parallel parking means I sometimes have to bite my tongue and walk the other way so I don’t go over and pound on a stranger’s window to say “DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” and try to tell them how to do it correctly. There are obviously some instances (see: friends) when I will go over and help a person out…but that’s about it since I know I’d freak a person out if I banged on the window to help them.
But I can’t help watching people try to parallel park. And I feel a little sad everytime I see someone whose car will clearly fit in the space they’re after give up because they can’t get the angle and they keep hitting the curb. Those are the people I really want to help out..only I’m usually too far away and they’re driving off in a huff looking for another space to park.
Really they’re not perils of parking at all. Just my own inner turmoil when I see other people trying.