Terrified to parallel park

Tuesday, June 4, 2002

I was certain he'd ask me to parallel park. On the day I took my driver's test, I knew that the examiner would pick the busiest street in town, calmly request that I stop beside a narrow parking space, then politely ask me to maneuver my 12-ton car into an opening the size of a peanut.

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