That up there there was a typical "Zoom has to explain the creation of the world before she just says what she means", and what I mean right now is: Hello nice person who commented today! I get auto e-mail forwarded to an e-mail account I CAN see during business hours...which is the only way I know you were there, or here, or .. you know.
I went to the gym last night and tried to use one of those eliptical machines where the arms and the legs are all going at the same time. All I can say is that I drive one of those about as well as I drive my truck - and I am a typical chick driver in that I am most excellent at curb pinball and I can only park the truck in those parking places that are perfectly straight by approaching them from the right.
I'm not sure why the gods of parking won't allow me to park when I approach from the left (if the spot is on my left as I drive up). It's as if the vehicle swells in size and refuses to get in there in a way that will 1. Allow me to open the door and exit my own vehicle and 2. Not result in angry "F You, way to park too close to my car" "rewards" on the car while I'm away.
When I first insisted I could park coming from any direction, I often found myself sooooo close to another car that I would ultimeately come to the conclusion: "Well, that's it. I'm going to have to leave my car here and run away, run far far away in humiliation, because there's no way this vehicle won't be damaging that vehicle without that vehicle moving, nice job princess dumbass."
Sometimes nice strangers would help direct me out of the mess I had gotten myself into. Should this happen in present day, I just throw up my hands and make a face at C - who then takes over for me.
Thank goodness I can back my butt out of the eliptical machine no matter what side I get in on, without the assistance of complete strangers. Although the "run away, run far far away" urge is still present.