I have never understood the male habit of backing into parking spaces, but I have been assured by a friend (who is in a position to know) that this must be a thing only straight men do. The Squire once spent enough time trying to back into a parking space he could have hit very easily head in that we were late for a meeting. I needed a Band-Aid for my tongue by the time we got out of the car.
Today I was at a local grocery store, where, due to space constraints, one row of parking slots is only one space deep. While I was unloading my cart, a fellow drove past me, and then backed into the space next to me.
I don’t get it. He could have driven in from the other side.
And people think women are hard to understand.
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I have always thought it had to do with some part of their lower brain that had to do with survival. If, say a zombie apocalypse would occur while they were in the store, their escape would be easier,
Another observation I have seen is: http://freakonomics.com/2011/12/30/can-parking-direction-tell-us-anything-about-company-morale/
How I enter a parking space depends on what I’m doing. When grocery shopping, I always pull in forward, because the trunk faces the drive and it’s much easier to load the groceries. I back into our carport, because it’s easier to see oncoming traffic when leaving for work. And I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS back into parking spaces when I officiate games just in case I need to make a quick get-away (because sometimes there is no difference between the zombie apocalypse and angry fans).
I back into parking spaces as well; Like sussing out avenues of escape and checking rooftops for snipers, it’s a habit you get into in the military and it becomes automatic.
My coworkers think I’m a bit nuts.
Actually, that makes sense, but The Squire has been a 4-F since he was about nine years old, so that blows that theory. I like the link Peg gave comparing parking habits with company morale. I often work as a temp at Becton-Dickenson, which is a fantastic place, and most folks there do park head in.
The odd thing is, I cannot back into our driveway without threatening every tree and wall along the way, not to mention The Squire’s car, but I can back out with no problem.