A Little Bright Spot

I had a most frustrating afternoon! However, I am not going to vent about it here. I have already done all my screaming and crying over it. I am going to pick out something good that happened during all the crap. So there bad day...I'll beat you yet!

This afternoon I was off to find a place I had not been before. So, I found (what I thought) was the right address and began looking for a place to park. Now, this is an address in downtown Phoenix. The one and only place in the entire city (exaggeration here is only minor) where you have to sometimes parallel park. Now, I don't usually do much parallel parking as the city usually has an abundance of parking lots, but not where I was, by the state capitol. To top it off, I was driving a Chevrolet Silverado 1500 4x4 extended cab truck. Actually, it is very similar to the first vehicle I ever tried to parallel park in, only this one is minus the camper shell. I remember my dad trying to direct me around these barrels he had set up to parallel park that huge beast of a truck. I never did get it right at the age of 16. Well, the Dodge Ram and the Honda Civic I parallel parked between this afternoon are probably very grateful that with age has come a better depth perception. That's right! I parallel parked in a rather tight spot between two actual vehicles. I did it my first try! I backed on in and then pulled up about two feet and it was PERFECT. Just the right distance from the curb on the side and the two other vehicles in front and back. I was so proud of myself I practically hopped to the front door of the building that ended up being the wrong place, but I wasn't going to talk about that. So there is my bright spot in an otherwise horrid afternoon.

This is a similar truck, but the one I was driving is a gorgeous maroon color.