29 July 2009

32 and looking for a parking spot


Life is like parallel parking.

Sometimes, after circling the block a few times, you find what looks like a pretty good parking space - not ideal, but worth a shot.

Sure, it's not quite big enough, kind of far from the venue, & the silver Audi in front is too far from the curb. And you give it a try, but you just can't quite squeeze in comfortably.

If you're in a hurry you probably just leave it, with your ass-end hanging out. Or you pull out and maneuver yourself in a second time - keeping in mind what experience has taught you; see if you can play the geometry to your advantage and wedge yourself in.

But sometimes you just need to say "actually, this spot sucks," and take off in search of a bigger, better parking spot, closer to where you want to be.

That's what this year is about for me: reparking the car.

1 comment:

  1. I got rid of my car altogether. Now I take the bus. Life should be more like taking the bus. You don't have to drive so you're STRESS FREE. You can sit or you can stand so you HAVE A CHOICE, and, you're more likely to get stabbed so you're TAKING RISKS.

    P.S.: All kidding aside, as a recent 32 year old, I really like you're analogy.