Today when I went to get my faculty parking permit for my new teaching job at University of North Texas (more on that later), I parked a little too closely to the fence. And since I'm built along the lines of a more traditional women, there was no way in hades that I was going to be able to finagle my way out.
Other option?
Open the sliding door on my van, crawl over the middle console by various means of contortion, grab brief case-type bag and try to pretend I'm not getting out of a clown car.
Hey, I knew all that stretching would pay one day!
