Stupid Car Park.

it finally happened.  i knew it would.  i just didn't know when.  but it has now happened.

i mentioned in an earlier post that the car parks (parking decks) in this city are c.r.a.z.y small.  there is barely enough room for one car to get around the turns, poles, and parked cars, let alone if someone is going the opposite way that you are.  we have a nissan murano, small by US standards, but just like driving an 18-wheeler around the city here.

last week, after having a dinner in the city, it took 2 people directing me out of the car park to ensure that i didn't hit my front bumper or the back quarter panel on two different poles.  i was white knuckled on the steering wheel and sweating.  it's pretty ridiculous.  i may have to go back and get a picture...though i assure you that i won't bring my car.

on tuesday morning, i had a meeting in the city, where i had no choice but to park in a very tight car park.  i had no problem getting into the parking spot, but getting out was a different story.  i did a 50-point turn and tried to squeeze out...needless to say, it didn't work out and i am now the proud owner of a nice red and yellow paint mark (and dent) on my front passenger side door.

oops.

one of the guys at work is calling me "smasher."  awesome.