I think this dilemma of mine that I have managed to avoid for the past two weeks may finally be something I have to deal with: I may have to move my parking buddy's car.
I know it's not that big of a deal. I know that I'm capable of moving the stupid car back, and then forward again once my car is out. It's not hard. Press down on both brake and clutch, turn the car on. Put it into neutral, disengage the parking brake, put it into reverse, release the clutch while applying pressure to the gas pedal, blahblahblahblah. I practiced it numerous times. I even did really well at it.
It's such a stupid, silly little thing, but it causes me so much anxiety. I hate it. I'm demanding that Sam take me out to get me more comfortable with it once he's home.
And then, just to spite my tall parking buddy...I'm going to leave his seat where I need it to be (not really. I'll do my best to put it back to roughly where it needs to be).
Humph. It would be one thing if people would pay attention as they walked through that parking lot, but nooo. No pedestrian there pays attention to the cars trying to back out.
Alright. Time to be a big girl.
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