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It’s time for a rant…

Call it an unfair generalization if you must, but everyone else in the world stinks at parking.

Seriously, folks. How difficult is it to place your vehicle squarely between two lines? On the list of “things that are hard to do,” parking your vehicle ranks somewhere between “not stabbing yourself when spreading butter on bread” and “blinking.”

It’s one thing if you have a gigantic SUV or van and have difficulty leaving sufficient space between the lines for the vehicles next to you. Some of these vehicles are so large (and the spaces so small), there is only so much a driver can do. Not so surprisingly, drivers of these vehicles are usually self aware and do their best to leave other vehicles room. If their first parking attempt isn’t successful, they will reverse, straighten their wheels, and try again.

But then again, some do not.

Bad parking jobs seem to have no common theme other than being done by people who are not me. It doesn’t matter if you have a small vehicle or a large one, are young or old, or are a Democrat or a Republican – no one, apparently, can properly park their vehicle! It would be funny if it weren’t so incredibly, incredibly sad.

I get to work in the morning only to discover my usual parking place is unusable because a sedan parked next to it has its rear tire partly over the line. I go to the grocery store and witness parking place after parking place being abused by drivers who apparently think parking is the same as playing a game of horseshoes or making lemonade (“it’s close enough”). I go to my parent’s place and see that my brother has decided to forgo that whole “parking in the driveway” thing and opted to park sideways in the front yard. It’s madness. Simply madness.

Seriously, does it really take that much skill? Am I really that gifted and unique by being able to master such a seemingly uncomplicated task? And if I am that gifted and parking is that difficult to do, what other gifts do I possess that the common person does not? Can I fly? Can I walk and chew gum at the same time? Can I watch Rachael Ray on TV and not have a brain aneurysm?

I am modifying my long-standing belief that no one under the age of 18 should be allowed to drive. Now, it’s my belief that no one who is not me should be allowed to drive.

Who’s with me?!?

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