THERE are few things which strike fear into my heart like a full car park on a  hot day.

I am a bad parker. 

No two ways about it, it's something I am going to and will always own.

I'm the kind of person who sees a single free parallel park and decides walking an extra two blocks is good for my health.

The same excuse I use when I park in the farthest corner of the shopping centre car park.

When I finally do find a space, preferably with two empty spaces either side, I will spend far too long trying to edge my way in.

Once in, I open my door to check the line.

If I'm not straight, there is a little back and forth dance while I try to get in the correct position.

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It's embarrassing.

Sure, the walking is good for me but I'm not fooling anyone.

I take all these avoidance steps just because I'm shaking with fear about my bad parking.

I can't think of anything worse than damaging someone else's car due to my lack of spatial awareness. 

The mortification that comes people watching me fail spectacularly entering a parallel park is paralysing.

So, I do all I can to avoid those situations.

I don't know whether this a good or bad thing.

But, in the end, avoidance means I'm not hurting anyone's car with my lack of ability to get between two lines.

I'm also getting more exercise.