Last Sunday, being Easter, parking spaces near our church were at a premium. I’m not the world’s best parallel parker to begin with. I desperately need a Focus. But I did finally manage to squeeze my jeep into a parking space big enough for a Cadillac. I only went up on the curb twice. But in the end, it was a passable park job and hopefully no one else was watching.
As we were leaving church to go home, though, we saw this parking fail.
I don’t feel so bad after all.