Friday, March 03, 2006
Operation Straddle
On top of that I am recovering from a cramp from the other night’s meeting. Thanks to the person who parked his car next to mine in the hotel car park where the meeting was held! When I came out after all the delegates had gone I noticed that there was a gap of mere 2” to get in the driving seat. My wing mirror looked very cosy in the company of his wing mirror.
Even Ally McBeal or Liz Hurley wouldn’t have got in the car with that little space so little old me with my extra padding stood no chance. There were over 125 cars in the car park and I didn’t feel like wasting the time for the night porter to find the owner to move it.
I got in from the passenger side and tried to straddle over. The right leg was fine but after that I was stuck. As my seat is pulled forward for my feet to reach peddles there wasn’t enough space to move about. I tried to pull my left leg over the gear stick and the high heels caught the CD switch and the hazard light switch. Now I had music to go with the flashing lights. Things would have been more civilised had I pushed the chair back before I started the operation. It would have helped if I had put the handbag away, taken the jacket off and taken the shoes off. The high heel of my shoe was scratching the cockpit veneer and the scratches were made on my heart at the same time. My leg had stopped reaching my head a number of years ago. For God’s sake I had only taken one lesson of Yoga last week. I couldn’t be expected to bend my now stuck leg over to my nose and down into the well of the driver’s seat with these tight trousers now even more tight with umpteen coffees and the buffet in my belly! I had to undo the chain so that I can reach the lever under the seat on the left hand side to push the chair back. Heaven! As soon as the seat moved back there was more space to bring the left leg in.
I tried to scan around while driving out to check if anyone had seen the suspicious behaviour but luckily it was too cold for people to be out.

