Right now, Wesley and I are a one car family. We were so busy selling off cars that we have yet to make the time to go buy another. This makes things a trifle difficult when he has to go to work one way, and I another. Thankfully, we have some nice parents who generously let us borrow cars when the occasion calls for it. Wesley drives our car, the Honda Element (an annoying manual) and I bomb around in the huge Chevy Silverado.
Until last night. The chevy kept dying on me. It had a faulty battery and Wes didn’t think it would hold a charge. This meant I had to drive the Element to work and I immediately became stressed. So at 10:24 pm, Wesley and I hit the road and drove to a nearby church. The parking lot was gravel and Wesley kept muttering, ‘Gosh, hope they don’t have any video cameras around’. Suffice to say there was a lot of squealing and churning of the tires.
I felt a little bit more confidant after all my starts and stops so thought I’d see how I felt with a stop light staring at me. I made it safely to the Walmart parking lot where I learned some important things about reverse and then back home where I learned some very important things about parking the car. I went to bed praying for green lights.
I woke up praying for green lights. I get so panicky when there are people stacked up behind me and then the light turns green. I don’t even think. I just frantically press pedals. And this usually ends in me killing it. And then people honk. And then I get depressed. So I also prayed that I would take the time to think through what I was doing and not just frantically react. And then I decided to do this.
I just hope I don’t have to do it again tomorrow.