The Dukes of Hazard and Humility

I was driving to meet up with a good friend of mine, her whole family actually.
We had arranged to meet in the parking lot of a guitar store, at a shopping plaza.

I've never been a good driver. Fair at best.
I don't think I typically make my passengers particularly uneasy or anything, but neither do I give off an air of tremendous confidence and control.

And so it was that music cranked, heater blowing I peeled into Guitar Center parking lot and circled around looking for their family vehicle.

Aha- there they were.

Now I know you aren't supposed to pull straight through a parking spot. I think it might be one of those mini-laws you study when cramming for your driving test. However, on this cold November night, already ten minutes behind schedule, I saw no need for concern.

Plenty of space to get through- a speedy assessment and Whala!

Dukes of Hazard. I was airborn.

For some unknown reason, unlike every other row of parking spaces in the entire lot, there was a two and a half foot cement median between these parking spots and I had just propelled myself over it, directly in front of my friend, her husband and their two children who now sat, doubled over in laughter, scarcely able to catch their breath.

The car is fine. Only my ego was wounded.
Humility is a good thing. However it comes.