Today, after school, the kid and I went to the store to return a gift she had received. I saw the perfect parking spot. Here’s the only problem:
Sure, when I was 19 and weighed all but 98 pounds. Not so much for a middle-aged woman who’s middle has gone south with the geese and who’s as flexible as a 90 year old gymnast.
I thought for a minute. I guess I can always just park somewhere else. Nah, the kid is already outside waiting for me. It would be way too much trouble.
I proceed to haul my fat ass across the middle console and over the passenger seat so I can exit the vehicle. Oh, I know what you’re thinking. Well, it didn’t go as smoothly as all that. Here’s proof because my sweet daughter took it upon herself to snap some photos. Stupid iPhone.
After losing a shoe and a little pee, I made it. But I can promise you, that will never be attempted again. You have my word.