But first, some key background facts:
1. I am kind of really anal about parking straight. It MUST be done.
2. I am a fairly recent convert to backing in instead of pulling in when parking. My backing in skills were pretty much nonexistent until a few months ago, because I'd just really never bothered to hone them. I now consider myself more-than-competent at backing in.
So there I was, casually driving to work and minding my own business. The fact that I was on my way to work at all was a miracle because I was grumpy and tired and just wanted to stay in bed all day. The knowledge that we have quite the impressive stash of Reese's Cups at the office was really the only thing that motivated me to get ready and go. (And the whole I-need-money-and-I-like-this-job thing. But it was mostly the Reese's Cups.) And on top of my I-don't-want-to-move attitude, I had to search for my keys for a frustratingly long time. (They had somehow fallen behind my bed. Don't ask.)
When I pulled into the parking lot, I thought that things were looking up. I found a primo spot, and was quick to back in lest any other parking spot searcher zoom in and take it. So I backed in. And I was crooked. So I straightened out. And I was still crooked. So I straightened out again. And again. And again. AND I WAS STILL CROOKED.
At this point, I was exceptionally frustrated. I NEEDED to be parked straight, and I knew that I wasn't that incompetent when it comes to parking. Just as I was about to attempt once again to straighten out I glanced over and actually looked at the line instead of the car next to me, which I'd been using as an anchor point.
And that's when I realized that the car next to me was parked crooked. And since that was the only point of reference I'd been using, every time I pulled in straight, I thought I was crooked. But I wasn't.
And then I just took a minute to sit in my car and balk in my ridiculousness before gathering my things, getting out of the car, and going in to work.
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