The parking spaces at our apartment complex are extremely narrow. The problem is compounded by the fact that, although the spaces are clearly marked “compact,” many of the vehicles parked there are anything but. I’ve had to get in through the passenger’s side and slide and shimmy over to the driver’s side on multiple occasions because someone parked too close. What makes this even trickier is that something is wrong with the passenger’s side lock, so our keys don’t work in it–the car can only be unlocked from the driver’s side. So even if I’m planning to get in the passenger’s side and crawl through, I still have to manage to wedge my hand in the driver’s side far enough to hit the automatic lock to open the rest of the doors. At least once when I was pregnant I had to call T to back the car out for me because there was no way I could get in on either side.
Practically every time I need to drive somewhere I have to think skinny thoughts and plaster myself to the car in order to get in. So imagine the thrill in my heart when I went out to the parking lot yesterday morning and saw, much to my delight and relief, that there was no car parked to the left of ours! I would be able to walk straight up to it and get in a completely calm, dignified manner! I giddily flung open the door (you understand my joy if you’ve ever had long-term parking issues), and proceeded to bash my bicep on the doorframe and tumble awkwardly into the seat. No one saw that, right?