The Tale of Lost Talents

'tis a sad day... rain drops slowly drip down the window panes. The apartment of which I shall be leaving in 29 days gets wet and I cry a bit inside as I believe I have lost one of my many talents.

This talent being the gift of parallel parking. What started off as wonderful and glorious afternoon, soon turned into a horrific experience. I had just arrived home to 1531, to find the most superb parking spot directly in front of my apartment. I happily decided to take such a grand spot and began to park. To my avail I realized that I could not park in such said parking spot. Nay, it was not do to lack of space, rather lack of talent. 

After multiple attempts and as spectators began to arrive, I finally had to admit defeat.  I pulled off of the sidewalk and proceeded to a larger, less optimal parking space.  Thus, began my second attempt to park and be on my merry way.  At this point in time my embarrassment level was at a unusual  high.  One of my less-known neighbors decided to remove herself from her bike and stand on the steps of her porch to watch me park. Her bleacher-like spectator position made me feel even more of a spectacle.  This heightened the experience and was not effective in overcoming my adversity. As I tried to straighten out my car multiple times while hitting the curb, I eventually admitted defeat, in hopes that no one drives drunk down our street tonight. 

So there I conclude my story. The moral you ask? Well, if at first you don't succeed, find a better spot, and if that still doesn't work, well, then you are s.o.l.