Let's talk about how much I hate parallel parking.

It all started almost 4 years ago when I failed my drivers test, on my birthday (worst day ever), because I apparently hit something while parallel parking. My personal opinion was that the person was on crack, or just being nice so that I could take it again the next day. Whatever the case may be, I am still traumatized to this day. In the words of the Grinch I "Hate hate hate, double hate, LOATHE ENTIRELY" parallel parking.

Well this poses a problem because I live in Utah and as such I have to parallel park. My smart little mind thought about this problem and found a solution to it... just don't go anywhere and then you won't have to repark. Brilliant!! Unfortunately that plan failed and nice Emily went and picked up a friend. As a consequence I had to parallel park. Today was the first time I've parallel parked since I took my drivers test for the second time (and passed!!!). The flood of terror came rushing back, and to make it worse they were real cars! I did better than expected. It only took me like 5 tries... but I didn't hit anything expense! Hooray. Then to double the fun I went over to Hankies. I dreaded coming back and parking. I did way worse than earlier today. Practice makes perfect? I'm skeptical.