Just so's you know my head hasn't exploded yet, here I am.
One of these days I'm going to load the last month's worth of pictures in one giant *blurgh* of photojournalism,† but for now, let me tell you a little story and share a link.
Sunday was the Broncos home opener.‡ I don't have a parking pass, but the boss's FIL has vintage season tickets and VIP parking. The boss took his son, but they live right on the very spiffy light rail line to the stadium, so they decided to go the public trasportation route.
Thus, I got the VIP parking pass.
We got to the lot I parked near the entrance, which makes for a longer walk, but a much quicker getaway when the game is over. This was really good thinking, only I forgot one key element: I pulled into the space head-in.
When we got back to the car after the game, I realised my error. Not only was I going to have to rely on the kindness of strangers to back all the way into the traffic lane, I was going to have to back to my right with an empty space on my right and a giant truck on my left... exactly the wrong configuration for my needs.
AND... it turns out that when you are flanked by two giant trucks -- even if one of them is a full parking space removed from you -- and your head is sunk deep in truck territory, it' really hard to see oncoming traffic anyway.
After a moment, I realised I drive a Mini Cooper.§
I backed all the way to the end of the parking space, turned the wheel hard right and proceeded to execute a perfect seven-point turn.¶ When I had completed this feat, Kelley poked me and pointed at the small crowd that had gathered to watch the magic of the Cutest Little Car in the Whole Wide World.
Amazement, applause and quite possibly the best object lesson in why a tiny little car is one of the best accessories a sports fan can have.
An email exchange:
Subject: Now here's a textile for you!#
Subject: Re: Now here's a textile for you!
Holy cats. It's like my best dream spun out of my worst nightmare.
Plus... bulletproof shawl!
Subject: Now here's a textile for you!
Surely there's a pithy maxim buried in there somewhere. If life gives you spiders, make a shawl....
I don't know about all y'all, but this makes way more sense than that lemon thing.††
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Y'know... a pod of whales, an oodle of cupcakes, a *blurgh* of photojournalism.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): You may have noticed.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Two points for effort, Captain Obvious!
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): If you think there's no such thing as a perfect seven-point turn, well... you really need to see me in action.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): *WARNING!* Giant spider alert! Sarah should proceed with caution!
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I don't believe life has ever handed me lemons, but it's handed me innumerable spiders. Lemons would, in fact, be a nice change, and would require no sugar-coating (heheheh) to be a big step up.