Why Do You Drive with the Seat Pushed All the Way Up to the Steering Wheel?
Monday morning, I walked outside the WBKR studio to the parking lot. I was going to take the Expedition to my remote broadcast at Express Employment Professionals. When I opened the door, I could tell instantly who had been in the driver's seat before me. I am not formally trained in forensics, but I am an expert at picking apart context clues. I would like to insert into evidence- Exhibit A.
Okay, for me to be able to climb into that space, I would have to lather myself in Vaseline (or Crisco or K-Y Jelly) from head to toe, squeeze every part of my body together like I was in a vice or industrial pair of Spanx, then hold my breath and try to shimmy all 195 of my pounds into a space the size of Barbie's Corvette. In other words, it ain't happenin'!
Every single time Angel (who has the bone density of a garden gnome or Bingo troll) drives one of our vehicles, she moves the seat all the way up the steering wheel. And, look! I get it. She's about as tall as a fainting goat and her legs are short and stubby. I fully understand that, if the steering wheel wasn't pressing against her spleen, she wouldn't be able to reach the gas pedal or the brake. Look at this!
I mean, it's no wonder she's had five kids. The steering wheel of her Pathfinder probably pushed a couple of them out.
But where do the rest of us fit into this equation? Keyword- fit.
Think about Dave Spencer? Watching him try to get in a vehicle after she drives it would be like watching a remake of Harry and the Hendersons. Sure, Barb and I can simply reach down, push the lever and wait for the seat to move back to its original, proper setting, but waiting that long would probably run the car battery down. I mean, at this point, Angel might as well sit on the dashboard when she drives. Like a big, loud bobblehead.
So, do you have someone in your family or life who drives all up on the steering wheel?