I drove through a somewhat empty parking lot the other day and was reminded of driving lessons with Mom as I cut across a few parking spaces to save time.
Back when I had my learner’s permit, Mom took me to an empty church parking lot to practice. There was a row of parking spaces along the far sides, with a double row of spaces in the middle. I practiced parking a few times and then around and around I went in our old blue Aerostar minivan, circling the middle two rows. At one point, I turned the corner a little close.
Mom totally freaked out. “CECILIA!!! You just hit those imaginary cars!”
“Don’t worry, Mom!” I said flippantly. “The insurance will cover it!”
“Oh no they won’t! Not if they had been real cars!”
“If they had been real cars I would’ve made a wider turn. But I’m pretty sure our insurance will cover imaginary damage from imaginary cars.” I was sure there was an imaginary clause about in our policy. I don’t know what shocked Mom more: that I carelessly ran into imaginary cars or my casual response. I still think about all those imaginary cars I run into whenever I cut across empty parking spaces, and it makes me chuckle every single time, mostly because I can still hear the panic in Mom’s voice.
I’ve gotten pretty good at maneuvering around cars both real and imaginary, but I should probably check my current insurance policy to make sure there is an imaginary clause… just in case…