I Screamed

Surfing through my archives, I realized that in the same days last year I was learning how to drive.
Today, I can proudly say that I can drive in a 10 kilometre radius without an escort. Maybe not something to be very proud of, but I haven't banged the car even once or had a fine imposed.
Technically, that statement might not be entirely so true. The other day I took my friend out for ice-cream (and springrolls, on her request - although the combination baffles me!). Parking is a universal problem and with the sudden generosity of rising heat, a lot of people come up with the brilliant idea of having ice-cream (preferably without springrolls).
God had to be on the kinder side that day for out of all the cars standing in the late evening, there was just adequate space for my car to fit in. I signalled my friend to keep a look out on the left side, lest the car should bang with the next. As I secured my side of the car, I suddenly heard a meek thud from the other.
"I told you to keep a lookout, what are you doing!"
She looked at me, half-embarassed, half-sorry...
"I am not wearing my spectacles".

So technically, I haven't banged the car yet, right?