As I mentioned, we’re having the windows replaced in our house. This has necessitated one of those giant dumpsters being placed in our driveway.
When they first put the dumpster down, the contractor told me that they couldn’t get it as far to the side as they wanted, due to the basketball hoop we have. When I expressed some concern, he assured me that he had full faith in me being able to get my car past the dumpster without incident.
And note that he mentioned my car. Since I’m the one hauling the wee ones around all the time, my car got to stay in the garage while the other half was filled with windows. My husband parked directly behind me, and I either used his car when necessary or he moved it so I could drive mine if he were home.
Until I went out running errands that were going to take me out of the house for several hours. For whatever reason, my husband decided to park his car in the garage while I was gone. Perhaps it was due to the snow that was rapidly falling, so he wouldn’t have to clear his car as much. Granted, there was a lot of snow coming down.
When I returned home, my plan was to park briefly on the street — technically illegal since you can’t park on the street when more than two inches has fallen but I was only going to be there while shoveling my driveway and then move my car. Plus, I’d seen the plow leaving my neighborhood as I drove in.
I parked my car on the street by my driveway, at which point I noticed my husband pulling his car out of the garage. My whole point in not driving on the driveway was to shovel it before the car compacted the snow and made it more difficult to remove. I was minorly irritated that my husband was foiling my plan, but really he was trying to be nice and move his car so I could park in the garage.
Oh. Wait. I said that I noticed him moving his car, not that I saw him moving his car. Know why? Because I heard him. Yep. That’s right. I heard him. I heard the mirror go CRACK against the dumpster.
Yes. My husband in his small little Camry broke the mirror on his car the one and (trust me) only time he had his parked in the garage while the dumpster was there, he cost us what I’m guessing is at least a few hundred dollars. Me? My large Pilot had no problems navigating in and out the myriad times we parked there.
And yep, that means he’s driving around without his side mirror. Still.
So again, dear, who’s the better driver again?