How's that for a spectacular parking job?? This was the predicament Darrell and I were faced with after church a few weeks ago (his is the silver car--and yes, we were there first). And of course, unlike most Sundays where we hang out and socialize for a little while after church--making this situation not as big of a deal--this was the one Sunday we were in a hurry and wanted to get home ASAP. Darrell really wanted to go inside and make a (loud) announcement to people sitting around enjoying coffee fellowship to find out whose car it was, but I know my husband in those type of situations and I know that his "announcement" would have not been very calm and would have likely hurt feelings. Trying to be the less confrontational calmer one, I convinced him that we should wait it out (it wasn't extremely important that we get home right away; it was just for the sake of William needing to go down for a nap because he was already almost two hours "late" for his nap thanks to church). Unfortunately, the lady parked next to us was apparently in no sort of hurry to leave, and we ended up waiting nearly 45 minutes. Needless to say, we were all pretty stressed (and overtired) by the time we got home. But miraculously, there was no damage to our car. Not entirely sure how she managed that, but whatever. It's also safe to say that we've learned a few lessons about ideal (and less-than-ideal) spots to park our car, especially when we have to navigated getting a door open wide enough to get William into his car seat. Lesson learned.
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