Ah, chick driving stories... I have a few:
One day, as me and my Other pulled into a parking lot, I told her to be careful not hit the door on the car next to us when she got out. So she opens the door and, "Bang", right into their door, and the driver was sitting inside. He was none too happen - and I absolutely couldn't blame him one bit. I get stuck trying to calm him down, defending my bone-head partner, while at the same time wanting to just blurt out, "You're right, WTF was she thinking?"
Another time we were going somewhere and have to make a left turn. She pulls into the left turn lane but not fully, such that the right tires were over the line. I'm cringing, and said, "You gotta pull all the way in or someone's going to side-swip us." Right then a car comes by and blasts his horn. As I exclaimed, "See!?," I knew, it would be all my fault. Her excuse? "I don't know this part of town." Incredible, and yes, it was my fault.
Waiting for someone in a store, I was sitting in my truck reading. A car comes to pull into the slot next to me and stops about half way in because they're crooked. At that point, the husband gets out to direct his wife into the parking slot. I swear upon a stack of bibles, it was 10 minutes before she was pulled in. Never had I wished for a camcorder like I did that day - it was incredible. You know, thinks like, Okay, the car's pointing wrong, so I'll back out, but don't bother turning the steering wheel at all, then pull back in, and be completely puzzled why it's just as crooked as before. It was truely incredible. The husband had incredible patience, though I wondered why he just didn't drive. I'd have shot myself long before.
Sometimes I wonder what goes on in their heads...
