Yesterday, while picking up lunch for the work gang, I hit a parked truck. Again. There was no damage to truck (remind me to get me one of those), but my front corner light cracked. Luckily, it’ll only cost me about 30 bucks to replace. Phew.
But seriously, it’s so frustrating being me. As I drove away, I was thinking how this is like the fifth stationary object I’ve hit since I got my license. But then today, while driving to work, I started listing off all my past mini-crunches in my head and realized that this is my 10th one. I SUCK!
In my eight-year driving history, I’ve hit poles, garbage bins, walls, fences, and, yes, parked cars. I’ve tried to come up with excuses (“That barricade hit me, I swear!”) but I just end up sounding pathetic. (Thankfully, I have not been in a collision with a moving object.)
I knew I probably wouldn’t ever win any Driver Of The Year awards after failing my driving test three times as a teenager. But usually, when you dislike a certain activity, you can just stop doing it. Like when I learned I was no good at piano, I quit. (Same goes with gymnastics, hip hop, clarinet, geography and folding clothes.) Yet I still have to drive every. single. day. Someone, please, invent the teleporter. Like now.
And that is why it is in your best interest to not ask me for rides. That’s all.
Two words: public transportation.
Or a chauffeur.
well good thing you don’t have to replace a fender or something =)
Wtf, have you ever seen those videos of women driving, trying to park, and subsequently crashing into anything they could possibly crash into, it might have something to do with your gene phylogeny, seriously, a gene that limits your peripheral (and i don’t mean human interface devices) vision.
Awwww mish. At least you have an indestructable volvo.