You know, I don’t really consider my Ford Explorer to be a large car. It’s just the way God, er Ford, made it. Sure it seats about twenty and is probably the size of a Space Shuttle, but other than that, perfectly normal.
So we turned into the parking garage, with me still under the assumption that it was a normal sized vehicle. Little did I know that the entire garage was made for Barbie sized cars. Wee little spots surrounded us. Signs for “Compact Cars Only” were the norm and with each turn, I was afforded a generous quarter inch of leeway. “Oh, don’t mind me. I don’t really need these side mirrors.”
Eventually we found an empty space that appeared as if it would fit my ride to Lilliputian land. I pulled in successfully and opened my door to find that I could not squeeze out.
Crawling over the center console and exiting the passenger door, I acknowledged that I should have driven my Hot Wheels car downtown. Oh yeah, that and maybe, just maybe my car is on the large side.
Oh My….did you ever think what the owners of the other cars, on either side of yours, was saying… “cursing” at you, as to how THEY were going to get into their cars?! You had better hope, both were as skinny-assed as you are and NOT “My 600 pound Life” people…. LMAO, you are a NUT!
Caryn,
Thank you, my friend. Your “skinny-assed as you” comment made me laugh so hard.
Your newly designated “skinny-assed” friend (so going on my resume),
Dave