Another car parking moment

I have over the course of this blog had a few car parking moments or "incidents". I have creatively redesigned the door of a grey Nissan Micra, remoulded the door a green Vauxhall Vectra and transformed the door of a blue Nissan Micra into a conceptual piece of modern art.

I don't feel the need to report on the moving "incidents" as they are not in the remit of this post. However, there was also some creative redesigning involved. Although none involved any (permanent) injury.

Of course, there was also the "incident" before Christmas when I lost my car in a multi-storey car park for an entire hour and had to engage the services of the security guard to help me locate it.


I wrote that "incident" into my novel. Embarrassing moments like that are just too good to waste.

Anyway, this morning I had another car parking moment. I took Young Master Benedict to an early tennis lesson at a large sports centre. The car parking lot was relatively empty when I got there so I zoomed into a space and off we went to our lesson. The lesson over, I decided to visit The Ladies and Master Ben decided to go to the car and wait for me.

When I went back to the car park it was lost amongst the now full car park. As I approach it, winding my way through the other cars, I saw Master Ben giving me one of his "faces". (These are hard to describe but the overriding look is one that suggests that he is optimistic that I am not his real birth mother.)

I opened the door, somewhat perplexed by Master Benedict's facial expressions.

Master Ben: Have you seen how you've parked the car?

I looked at the white line to the side if the car: I was parked in a perfect straight line.

Mrs T: It's fine!

Master Ben: It's not.

I looked to the side again and the towards to the bonnet. Suddenly, it dawned on me what I had done. Basically, I had parked the car like this:

Yes, I had in fact parked the majority of the car in the thoroughfare. To my mind that is perfectly understandable as the car park had been pretty empty on our arrival so there weren't many cars by which to gauge my parking. There were parking lines of course. But that's irrelevant . Because I say it is.

Master Ben: Do you know how embarrassing this is?

Mrs T:  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.....

(Hey- what else can you do when you're being reprimanded by a twelve year old?)

Master Ben: People have been driving by  and pointing at the car. One woman nearly walked into the back of it. It's been really embarrassing sitting here.

Mrs T tries to pull a apologetic face and fails. Master Ben looks even more disgruntled.    

Mrs T:  Shall we stop for some sweets? 

Master Ben: (slightly less grumpy look.)  Yes.

You know, I'm not sure what it is with me and cars. I think I'm a good driver. The trouble is nobody else does. Humph.