My parents recently made the three hour drive to visit with my husband, kids, and me. The day that they were set to go back home, I went to fill up their car with gas. As I backed out of the garage, I heard the sound of scraping metal and the unwelcome clunk of something dislodging. Turns out, I had underestimated just how close the car had been to the side of the garage door. Here I was, a...




