There are two kinds of people in this world: those who back into parking spaces, and those who don’t.

I’m of the pull-in persuasion. Some call that “sissy.” I drove a silver Geo “Prizm” for five years – that’s sissy. Not to mention degrading (people said it looked like a matchbox car stuffed with a piece of chewed bazooka). The only thing that car was missing was a “Care Bears” banana seat and handlebar streamers. So when it comes to parking my car – compared to what I’ve already endured – the shame is minimal.

The pride in people who take the time and initiative to back into a parking space, however, is maximum. Let’s admit it; those of us that are lousy at parking think they’re pretty cool, too. Don’t lie, we’re even a little bit jealous. Why wouldn’t we be? They’re fearless. In fact, people who back into parking spots go out of their way to find a challenge – just so they can stare it down and make it blink.