I am not what one would call a dangerous person. I don't text and drive (thought I have been known to use my Kindle App in stopped traffic moments). I have a hands-free phone deal in my car. I have been known to knock over a mail box or two, and I have had a couple of garage doors replaced because I didn't check that the door was up all the way before pulling in, but those were victimless crimes.
I am especially conscientious in the parking garage. I HATE having to go up an extra level to find a parking spot when there WOULD have been one on a lower level, except some selfish A%$#*e couldn't be bothered to park straight.
But I have been on some sort of a weird adrenaline-junkie impending peri-menopausal kick lately that has inspired me to learn to shoot, rapel, kayak, zipline... stuff like that. And this morning, when I got out of my car and looked at how I'd parked, I saw that I was a little closer to the left line than the right. Totally unbalanced.
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| Not my car. This is an unpaid actor. Do not attempt this parking style without wildly fluctuating levels of progesterone and estrogen. |
And I left it that way.
How 'bout you? Anything new and rebellious in your life?
I have been known to drink coffee out of a mug clearly labelled "TEA." Because that's just the kind of rebel I am.
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