An open letter to the idiot who parked next to me.
Dear Idiot,
Thank you so much for taking part of my parking space with your gigantic boat of a car and not even pulling into the space far enough, so that when I left rehearsal and went to get in my car I could only open the driver's door 4" before it ran into your side mirror. Even if I were *not* pregnant, I could not have squeezed my body into that tiny little opening. I can only assume you thought that my car belonged to Flat Stanley.
I also drive a large vehicle. I've learned how to park it within a single space - it took a little bit of practice, but it's not necessary to park like an idiot even when driving a large vehicle. Learning how can go a long way towards preventing any unnecessary hardship on the drivers around you.
As it was, the gymnastics I had to perform to climb into my seat from the passenger side pulled every muscle in my poor pregnant belly and now I am sore and worried that I did some harm to my unborn child. Thank you. You made my evening spectacular.
Signed,
The Pregnant Lady who probably should have just taken out your side mirror instead.
Mommy to:
Carolyn, 10/04
Anna, 7/08
Matthew, 8/13