theres this spot on my street thats like the perfect size for a normal car but apparently triggers some kind of primal panic in half the people who try to use it.
i work from home now so i get to watch this tragic comedy show every day from my window while pretending to be productive. its become my favorite procrastination activity which probably says something deeply concerning about my mental state but whatever.
yesterday this woman spent actual minutes trying to back into a space that was literally twice the size of her car. she had the angle. she had the room. she had everything except the confidence to commit to the turn.
kept stopping halfway and pulling forward again like she was defusing a bomb instead of parking a car.
i started rooting for her.
i wanted her to succeed. but after the 7th attempt i began to understand why some species just give up on their offspring entirely.
the worst part is watching people get out and look at their parking job like theyre proud of being three feet from the curb with their back end sticking into traffic.
or when they nail it perfectly and then immediately doubt themselves and try to fix it which ruins everything. its like watching someone solve a puzzle and then immediately scramble all the pieces because they convinced themselves they did it wrong.
i realize this makes me sound like a judgmental weirdo who spies on his neighbors but honestly its better than scrolling twitter for dopamine hits. at least this entertainment is live and involves real stakes