How hard is it park a car?
So, I'm picking up the apartment, getting ready to go to bed, when I happen to glance out the window and see . . . well, this.
First, some background :
My windows (if I stand close and look down) overlook the parking lot, which is leased to residents in the Library Lofts. It's also right next to the bar that butts up against my building, but you can only park there if you have a pass card.
Now, I keep my parking privileges paid up and my pass card current, because, even though I don't actually have a car right now, sometimes I borrow a friend's -- which I did tonight. So her car has been parked (quite neatly) there since 10:30 or so.
As I glance out the window, I see a young man and a young woman (apparently intoxicated -- or else just incapable of walking in a straight line, what with the whole inch of slushy snow on the ground . . .) waving their arms around, right next to my friend's car. From what I can tell, they've managed to park their car dangerously close to it (as in, I'm wondering if they hit it). She seems to want to get back in and try again, and he's keeping her away (worried that she'll make a bigger mess?)
So, feeling responsible for my borrowed vehicle, I throw a coat on over my pajamas, slip shoes on over my slippers and go down to check it out. By the time I get down, the drunk couple is walking (one at a time, guess they really were arguing) away down the block, and the two cars . . . well. There doesn't seem to be any damage, but I'm pretty sure I parked straighter than that, and I doubt I could get more than a few fingers between the sides of the cars.
I snap a few pictures with my cell phone, just in case, and ever-so-carefully pull my friend's car out and around, to park it in a less . . . congested . . . spot. On closer inspection, there do seem to be some scuff marks, but no discernible dents or damage, so I leave things alone and go back up to my apartment. If my friend notices the car driving differently, like it's been knocked out of alignment, I took a picture of the other car's plates, so she could get restitution. I suppose.
Now, my question is: Why does this sort of thing happen to me? I mean, it's not even my car, and I'm nowhere near it, and it still almost gets wrecked. Am I cursed or something? Really? Cars and me =/= risk, apparently.
First, some background :
My windows (if I stand close and look down) overlook the parking lot, which is leased to residents in the Library Lofts. It's also right next to the bar that butts up against my building, but you can only park there if you have a pass card.
Now, I keep my parking privileges paid up and my pass card current, because, even though I don't actually have a car right now, sometimes I borrow a friend's -- which I did tonight. So her car has been parked (quite neatly) there since 10:30 or so.
As I glance out the window, I see a young man and a young woman (apparently intoxicated -- or else just incapable of walking in a straight line, what with the whole inch of slushy snow on the ground . . .) waving their arms around, right next to my friend's car. From what I can tell, they've managed to park their car dangerously close to it (as in, I'm wondering if they hit it). She seems to want to get back in and try again, and he's keeping her away (worried that she'll make a bigger mess?)
So, feeling responsible for my borrowed vehicle, I throw a coat on over my pajamas, slip shoes on over my slippers and go down to check it out. By the time I get down, the drunk couple is walking (one at a time, guess they really were arguing) away down the block, and the two cars . . . well. There doesn't seem to be any damage, but I'm pretty sure I parked straighter than that, and I doubt I could get more than a few fingers between the sides of the cars.
I snap a few pictures with my cell phone, just in case, and ever-so-carefully pull my friend's car out and around, to park it in a less . . . congested . . . spot. On closer inspection, there do seem to be some scuff marks, but no discernible dents or damage, so I leave things alone and go back up to my apartment. If my friend notices the car driving differently, like it's been knocked out of alignment, I took a picture of the other car's plates, so she could get restitution. I suppose.
Now, my question is: Why does this sort of thing happen to me? I mean, it's not even my car, and I'm nowhere near it, and it still almost gets wrecked. Am I cursed or something? Really? Cars and me =/= risk, apparently.