I can’t parallel park. I got my first driver’s license in FL. There is no need to parallel park there, therefore, no need to teach anyone. I did live in NY for 3 years, but it was upstate and if we ever went somewhere that it was necessary, the hubs would drive. He is really good at it. He actually loves to do it. He tried to teach me once and I quit. Never tried again. So yesterday, my sis and I decided to go into SanFran for a shopping filled day. Sounds great, huh? Well, hello parallel parking. EVERYWHERE. We ended up parking in a lot because lets face it, it was much safer. But then she wanted to go see the Painted Ladies. (You know, the beautiful houses from Full house?) That area is not only all parallel parking, but add in hills like you wouldn’t believe and I was having a panic attack. My hands were sweating. My heart was racing. We went around and around passing tons of open spaces searching for one on the end or 2 in a row. Eventually I found what I believed was a spot in between 2 driveways. I parked. Phew. I had to sit in the car for a few minutes and calm down before I got out. When I got out, I realized that either my car was really long, or the spot was reserved for Mini Coopers.
We did get a few pics, though. Whit and Cooper in front of the Ladies.
Me and my walking man going up hill.
And sliding down. And yelling for Whitney to come get Cooper. (Don’t wear adorable silver flats up a slippery hill.)