Whoopsie.
So I thought I’d jump start this livejournal with an entry about something that just happened to me =o. I went over to my Mom’s house. Her street is pretty narrow but I just parallel parked like I normally did and then went inside. She then proceeded to tell me that today for some reason the parking rules were reversed so I parked on the wrong side. Now one would think that I would have noticed all the parked cars on one side and then me on the other side all by myself, but that was not the case.
My mom told me she could park my car for me on the other side, but being that I’ve been driving for almost two years (and got a 100 on my driving test, so suck on that) I figured I could handle it. I was wrong. The only spot available had probably just enough room for my car to fit, so I decided to give it a whirl. When I first entered the spot it was pretty clear that this wasn’t going to work out, but I still tried it. That was my second mistake. I realized I was veryyy close to the white jeep type car thing in front of me. I don’t know anything about car types so I’m not really sure it was..oh I think it’s called SUV! Yes, that’s it. After some struggle, I decided it would be in my best interest to exit that spot immediately, if not sooner.
I turned the wheel all the way to the right and moved forward a bit. That’s when it happened. I slammed into the back of the SUV. Slammed. It wasn’t a tap..it was more of a smash. I quickly backed up a bit and the SUV literally moved backwards a bit into its spot. FUCK. I don’t think I left a mark on it, but I sure as hell didn’t go up close to make sure. I looked at the house the SUV was in front of and thankfully their blinds were closed. What happened next was pretty much a blur, but all I know is that I ended up on the other (wrong) side of the road, got out of my car and ran into my mom’s house. I was pretty sure that the owner of the car would be coming over to yell and or kick the shit out of me so I made up an excuse about how I had to leave and then got the fuck out of there.
Now I’m at my dad’s and I’m too afraid to look at the front of my car to see if there’s a mark. But if there is I’m sure he’ll be the first one to notice it. Right now I’m trying to come up with a logical excuse but I suck at that kind of stuff. The best I’ve come up with is some sort of phrase like “not my car, not my problem.” I’m sure that’d go over well. I’m also somewhat convinced that the owner of the car is going to waltz over to my mom’s and bitch her out. Lol @ my life.
I’d like to issue a formal apology to anyone who owns a white SUV. Does that make me a better person now =D?
My mom told me she could park my car for me on the other side, but being that I’ve been driving for almost two years (and got a 100 on my driving test, so suck on that) I figured I could handle it. I was wrong. The only spot available had probably just enough room for my car to fit, so I decided to give it a whirl. When I first entered the spot it was pretty clear that this wasn’t going to work out, but I still tried it. That was my second mistake. I realized I was veryyy close to the white jeep type car thing in front of me. I don’t know anything about car types so I’m not really sure it was..oh I think it’s called SUV! Yes, that’s it. After some struggle, I decided it would be in my best interest to exit that spot immediately, if not sooner.
I turned the wheel all the way to the right and moved forward a bit. That’s when it happened. I slammed into the back of the SUV. Slammed. It wasn’t a tap..it was more of a smash. I quickly backed up a bit and the SUV literally moved backwards a bit into its spot. FUCK. I don’t think I left a mark on it, but I sure as hell didn’t go up close to make sure. I looked at the house the SUV was in front of and thankfully their blinds were closed. What happened next was pretty much a blur, but all I know is that I ended up on the other (wrong) side of the road, got out of my car and ran into my mom’s house. I was pretty sure that the owner of the car would be coming over to yell and or kick the shit out of me so I made up an excuse about how I had to leave and then got the fuck out of there.
Now I’m at my dad’s and I’m too afraid to look at the front of my car to see if there’s a mark. But if there is I’m sure he’ll be the first one to notice it. Right now I’m trying to come up with a logical excuse but I suck at that kind of stuff. The best I’ve come up with is some sort of phrase like “not my car, not my problem.” I’m sure that’d go over well. I’m also somewhat convinced that the owner of the car is going to waltz over to my mom’s and bitch her out. Lol @ my life.
I’d like to issue a formal apology to anyone who owns a white SUV. Does that make me a better person now =D?