Now here is the trouble of the day. My children’s basketball practice is at a high school that is almost 45 minutes drive from my home. Like most schools in Australia, when the department of education constructed the schools, they were under the impression that teleportation was the next big thing to happen and decided to build only a handful of car parks. In the school where my kids go for basketball training, there are 12 car park bays. ( most evenings there are over 40 kids in various divisions playing basket ball). When all the 12 car park bays are full, which you will only learn when you reach the car park, you then have to do a three point turn to get out!! Oh, Did I mention that this is all happening in the night and it is pitch dark? The only option I have is to park my car in the streets near the school..and walk to the school in pitch darkness. I could handle that..only if I know how to do parallel parking !!!
The joke among the men in my family were that women didn’t know to drive properly! Any time we were stuck behind a car, it was obvious to all and sundry that the driver of the car in front of us was a woman! And in case it was found later that it was actually a man behind the wheel, then it must have been because there was something wrong with the car..not the driver..for you see, a man can never be a bad driver!
Amma and my aunts all knew to drive, but they chose not to drive, further validating the theory !
Then my sisters and I, along with all other female cousins started to drive..and the men in my family changed the joke to women just can’t reverse park.
None of my sisters or cousins can reverse park. I can. I spend so much time to learn to do that, just to show the men in my family that women aren’t bad drivers..and sadly none of them thought of complaining about parallel parking.. I can’t parallel park..I just don’t know how to do it.
The solution.. go at 5 o clock for the practice that start at 7..
and I have three very unhappy children!