Day 52 - Parallel Parking - LOL

I hate parking garages. I hate everything about them. Today, venturing into the city, the lot associated with the Children's Museum was full, so I was forced to use a parking garage. I probably could have used on-street parking if in my youth I had conquered the art of parallel parking, but alas that is another story. Parking garages are not intuitive to me. I am dyslexic and for the most part, not too many folks notice. It does have a tendency to flare when I am behind the wheel of a car. To say that I am directionally impaired would be being generous. So when I have to park in a parking garage where all of the arrows seem to be going in the same direction, the anxiety begins. Additionally, the garages are generally dark, and the parking spaces are exceptionally narrow, so I generally have to go to the topmost level to find a space that I am comfortable with. Today was an exception, I found an entire wall of empty spaces on the first level, luck was definitely on my side. I parked right smack-dab in the middle, with no problems.  I am glad to have hubby as my navigator as he understands that if there is a way to screw things up in a parking garage, I am the person to do it. He is my guide when it comes to using parking garages. He knows how to talk me through it.  And if by chance we ever would need to park on the street forcing me to parallel park, I guarantee you that I would relinquish my driver's seat to any of the passengers in my car and not feel the least bit embarrassed. I think I need a shirt that says, "I am Dyslexic - Explains the lack of parking skills". Come to think of it, maybe I need a bumper sticker as well.