He was grinning from ear to ear as his spouse moved ahead… then backward… ahead… then backward once more.
Forwards and backwards… out and in… out and in.
It had been happening for 20 minutes.
Her coronary heart was pounding, her face was flushed, and she or he began to groan—mushy at first, then louder.
Lastly, utterly exhausted, she yelled:
“OK, OK! I can’t park the automotive! YOU do it!” 😅🤪
