I have trouble at times driving and talking at the same time. One time before I was married I rented an apartment in a house with a friend of mine. The landlord lived upstairs, his sister lived in the basement, and we rented the ground level. One day after we had just moved in, I pulled into the parking space in the back. My landlord, a guy just a few years older than I, was out there and I rolled the window down so I could answer a question he asked me. As I rolled the window back up and pulled up to finish parking, I accidentally hit the gas instead of the brake, sending the car crashing into the landlord’s parking sign! To make matters worse, he thought that since I did something that stupid when he just asked me a question, I must like him. Pretty soon he came knocking on my door asking if I wanted to go get some ice-cream. There was no possible way I was going out with my landlord who lived up stairs. The thought still creeps me out. So embarrassing!
Another time my mother-in-law was visiting, and I was so excited that when I backed the car out of the garage, I took the mirror clean off. I remember THAT look on my husband’s face when I told him about it. That one and the look that followed when we found out it was a heated mirror so to replace it would cost some $600. Oh yeah! I think it is probably best when I have the option to leave the driving to someone else!