Funny Place to Park

Penny had a conversation with her friend Monica this morning. I can hardly expect to plumb the depths of female-to-female conversation, but I do know that this conversation wound up with Penny inviting Monica to come over.

“But don’t try to drive up our hill,” Penny warned Monica.

“Is it really that bad?” Monica asked. Keep in mind that Monica drives a full-size van. In other words, she has a big box full of nothing sitting over her drive wheels. Our hill seems to be just about ready to vanquish freshly re-tired front-wheel-drives. Monica’s van on its baldies truly had no chance. She made it half way up the hill and then apparently drove sideways, miring herself on the left side of the driveway at some bizarre angle, pretty effectively blocking the road.

We tried dumping kitty litter and ice melt all over the place. We tried pushing with as many as four stout lads. We pushed up and down the hill. Nothing helped. Finally, we managed to back down the hill a bit, enough to get the van parallel to the driveway, clearing the way.

I tried hooking up Moby Dick, my great white whale of a pickup to the van and towing ever so carefully down the hill. We couldn’t get the beast to move out into the driveway and ran the risk of dumping it into a fairly scary ditch. We stopped. Eventually, I decided to let Monica’s husband destroy his own vehicle.

Part of me wanted to be angry with Monica for finding that funny parking spot. Because of her refusal to listen to Penny’s warning, I had to park my car way down the hill and spend over an hour trying vainly to get her out of the pits. Yeah, I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t really do it.

You see, as stupid as her attempt to drive that big box of nothing up the hill was, I know I’m fairly likely to attempt something even stupider next week. Far too much of our lives are dedicated to ascribing blame for all sorts of stupid things that happen. Wouldn’t it be nice if we managed to instead commit ourselves to get all the stupid things sorted out. I can help you sort out your stupidity and you help me sort out mine.

What a great possibility. Rather than pointing fingers, we join hands and help stamp out stupidity. I think the idea has merit.