As I turned the wheel to park, I heard a sound that no one wants to hear, but that I know well: sssscccccrrrrraaaaappppe.
My first thought was, "No! I did not just hit a minivan while trying to park."
Yes. Yes, I did. CRAP. The van wasn't even over the line. This is gonna cost me.
I wrote a note and put it under the windshield wiper, went in and dropped off the supplies, and drove away saddened and disgusted at myself.
You see, I am terrible at parking and reversing a vehicle. I have only had one accident with another moving vehicle (when I was sixteen), but here is a list of all the stationary objects I've hit:
- two different mailboxes
- another car in a parking lot
- the side of our garage
- a post near a gas pump (I won't go back to that gas station)
- a light pole at Target
- a car stopped at a stoplight (I took my foot off the brake and rolled into her; no damage)
I am also lucky that my husband is super-understanding. At this point, he knows that this is just part of being married to me. He says that builders call it "hidden costs"--money you don't know you're going to have to spend when you sign the contract, and then during the project, SURPRISE, there goes your profit. I hope I'm worth it!
Right after that I turned the car away from home. Instead of eating leftovers, I wanted to go to Chick-Fil-A. I ate a salad, but then I got a Coffee Caramel shake and then all was well again.