(This post has been inspired by this one.)
Decades ago, we had relatives visiting. My uncle decided that he wanted to back his new car into the garage. He asked my brother to guide him into the garage-- probably because cars back then didn't have right-side mirrors and he had a car that was the size of a boat.
So my uncle backed his car in. My brother waved him on. (Probably should have mentioned that my brother was five years old.)
It probably went something like this:
Yes, my uncle smacked the garage with his new car.
My uncle was pissed off. My father was even more pissed off at my uncle, and asked, loudly and within earshot of everyone: "What kind of idiot asks a five-year old kid to help park his car?"
I don't remember how much damage was done to the garage or to the car. It was a very long time ago. But it was a memorable event.
And thanks, Murph, for reviving the memory.
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2 comments:
I drove a 20' bobtail for years and years, and I was really particular about who I got to back me up. Sometimes you just have to get out and do it yourself. It takes a lot longer, but you almost never miss.
-Doug in Oakland
I am not an appreciator of Woody Allen, so sue me. But. This is the one, the only number of his that I think is really funny
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