Driving Lessons
In hindsight, it was quite comical. In the middle of it all, it was anything BUT comical. I drove to church and pulled into the circle drive. I hopped out of my little, red, 2-door Ford Escort and pushed my seat forward to help “Pauline” out of my backseat. Pauline, with one hand on the doorframe and the other on the back of my seat, grunted as she attempted to extricate herself from the back of my small Escort. At almost 6 feet and about 200 pounds, after a few minutes of Pauline’s strength alone attempting to propel her forward out of my car, I offered my hand to help. I pulled and pulled. After a good deal of laborious and determined pulling, Pauline did not appear to budge at all. We now drew spectators. People, curious about the contents of my car, began arriving, watching us with a great deal of interest. Finally, one of the male greeters came over to assist. He replaced me in the front “pulling position”, while I opened the other door and squeezed in the back s...