This is the game Mr. Punch and I love to play. No kidding, some healthy competition in marriage is actually fun. For the most part this happens when we are in Chicago spending the weekend (those weekends where he is living the Traveler husband life), since I park my car on the road right in front of my current apartment. Even when he is not with me, I subconciously find myself still playing this game all by myself then whatsapp-ing him asap to tell him about my victory; in a game I played with myself. Smh
|This picture brings all sorts of memories, about 3 years ago, long before I became his Mrs.|
I get in the car all excited and head out to the airport to pick him up.
He gets in the car and it's all well and good with kisses and small talks like "How was the flight" and "I have missed you."
Then we begin the approximately 40 minutes trip back home still chatting about random stuff while KLOVE radio station plays in the background.
We arrive at my street and my body language changes as I get ready for my parallel parking signature. There I am thinking "Yet another time to shine and show him who is boss", he is probably thinking "Kai, I would laugh if this babe should miss it".
So the tension grows, we are most likely quiet as I adjust in my chair and make the move. I measure my car next to the other car perfectly, put it on reverse, cut my steering wheel and reverse as I smile at him for a bit and take my eyes off him quickly; My swag gesture. It's still a bit tensed as I am overly trying to focus as the thought "Gee do not fall your hand o!" lingers in my head.
Finally my front light meets the rear light of the measurement car then I begin to re-cut my wheel in the opposite direction. By this time the swag gesture is saying "Yo I got this!" and eventually I adjust my car properly and I give him the "Finish Him!" smirk - Yes, I played street fighter too.
He smiles in return, he hails the parallel parking queen and awaits for the next parking event to show himself too; this competition never ends!