My sister and I took our parents for their second Moderna vaccine today, eight days earlier than originally scheduled.
The parking lot at the local community centre where the vaccines were being given was teeming with mid-sized cars driven by a generation of seniors well-versed in the etiquette of public parking. There was no pushing or shoving and definitely no honking.
One thing I’ve noticed about municipal parking spaces, they are much narrower than parking spots in private enterprises, not to mention there is very little room to maneuver between the rows of cars. Add to that my poor spatial awareness (you can read about that here) and you have one challenging parking situation.
After debarking my eight-five year mother (my dad got a lift with my sister) and instructing her to wait for me, I exited and re-entered the parking lot twice looking for an opening.
Second time in and there it was, a double spot. Don’t ask me how I did it because I could neither explain it nor repeat it but in a feat of near linear perfection, I somehow managed to back into a spot, first shot, with about ten inches to spare between the car and the grassy median that separated the parking spots from the exit.
If it hadn’t been so busy I would have taken a video or at least a picture. Alas, my mother was waiting for me.
As happy as I was about my parents completing their vaccine cycle, I was even more excited to drive forwards out of that parking spot instead of reversing.
About forty-five minutes later, I did exactly that, and promptly jumped the curb of the median as I turned left to exit.