Parallel Parking Virtuoso

When it comes to having skills…

some folks have 

mad, 

rad,

 and Olympiad skills 

doing incredible things.

Some have skills

flying planes, painting landscapes, and walking like a ninja 

which is quite impressive.  

I ,on the other hand, (and foot) 

have tad skills…

unless of course you are talking 

Parallel Parking.

Then, my friends…

I go to the head of the class and leave you all behind 

in the back  

with the chuckle head kids who aren't paying attention.

I’ve always prided myself on the ability to parallel park.

I could very well be a 

Parallel Parking Virtuoso.

Okay, I had to dig deep to find my mad skill 

(need a shovel ova here) 

but when it comes to parking a 4 wheel vehicle in a tight ass spot…

I’m your girl.

If parallel parking was a competitive sport at the Olympics…

I believe I would be a major contender. 

Move over Michael Phelps…

this Kat could out gold you 

and make a splash on the cover of Parallel Parking Divas Magazine.

I learned and honed my parallel parking craft 

when I was newly out of college and working at Bridgeport Hospital in CT.  

My talent was mainly out of necessity.  

Necessity is the mother of 

invention, 

inspiration, 

innovation and 

pauperism.

The monthly charge for parking in the lot across from the hospital…

didn't fit my soup and beans budget.  

So I had to park on the city streets surrounding the hospital.  

So every day around 6 am B. C. (Before Coffee)

 I had to squeeze my blue Datsun B210 into the tightest spots imaginable.   

I admit…

from time to time I get really cocky 

and I like to boast about my skills to PaulA. 

I particularly like challenging PaulA to a parallel park off. 

(throwdown...this Saturday...you and me ....downtown Nashville.)

Whenever he passes on a parallel parking spot... 

I can't help heckling him.

is that bad?

Anywhooooooo…..

The other day, 

back from a Target run, 

I used my mad skills and 

pulled the car into a tiiiight spot between two cars.  

In one attempt.

The Parallel Parking Virtuoso strikes again.

All cool until

 I had to move from the spot.

Apparently I was a liiittttttle close to the mailbox.

If "closest to the mailbox" was an event...

I would have won.  For sure.

There was no way I could get the car out 

without scratching it against the mailbox.

What's a Kat to do?

Put my tail between my legs and 

ask PaulA to use his skills 

to get me out of that jam of a pickle.

Currently I'm done bragging about my 

parallel parking virtuosity.

Now I'm on to 

showing-off my other mad skill...

mad skill or just mad?

2 finger whistling.

Stay tuned...

it's quite impressive.