I am yet to park the new addition to our family straight at work. Once I’m parked, and still seated in the car, I even open my door to check that I’m ok, and only then do I get out. Then I see that I’m as skew as my sewing skills. No, I don’t move the car, because I am technically in the parking, and I’m not really affecting those next to me.
My boss was pretty cool this morning; our conversation went like this:
Me “One day I’ll learn to park my car straight. Just not today.”
Boss man *looks at our cars* “Nah, don’t worry, the parking bays are crooked, not your parking.”
Me “Ah yes, it’s not my fault!” *fist pumps*
We then both proceeded to laugh, have a chat about my new addition, and go into our offices.
See, it’s not my parking, it’s the parking bays, ’cause the boss man said so 😉