Antonella Baccaro (photo by Carlo Furgeri Gilbert).
cThese are things that for us women will never change. The other day I was proudly driving my new car when, advancing slowly along the road, I miraculously found a parallel parking space.
I usually do great: I’m a crazy parking lady. But that day, having a new car, I needed to find the new reference points but also to understand what functions the car might possibly offer to make it easier for me.
So I was there with the concentrated and awkward expression, typical of wimps, when I saw a boy on the other side of the road who had stopped to look at me. Yes, that’s right: he was walking about his business but suddenly stopped to watch me park.
I was already three quarters through the operation when I realized I could do better: I could pull closer. I stopped to think: “What do I do? Do I leave the car here as it is or do I give it satisfaction and start over?”.
Pride prevailed: from his position he couldn’t see the half meter I had left between the car and the curb. So I slammed the handbrake on and turned to look at him triumphantly.
I expected him to turn on his heel and leave with the embarrassment of someone caught out and instead he crossed the road, went around the car and positioned himself on the side of the window, right in that half meter of space that I had left free. “But look at this!” I thought furiously, ready to give him a dirty answer anyway, even though I knew I had performed the worst parking in my automotive history.
He bent over at the window and pounded on the glass to get it to open. I couldn’t help it: “Yesssss?” I hissed, planting my eyes in his eyes. “Sorry, I could not help but notice that…”. “Indeed, I understand now the approach” I cut short.
“I don’t know, see you, in the meantime it’s better to keep this one inside”. With a quick gesture he took something from the roof of the car and brought it to me: it was my bag. There are things that for us women will never change. (The distraction: what were you thinking?).
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