This or something very similar actually happened to me. Within weeks of passing her driving test in 1973 my first wife had already acquired the nickname Leadfoot. She had just two speeds, flat out or stop. Absolutely no respect for machinery. She couldn't parallel park to save her life and reversing 90 degrees into a parking slot left a whole lot to be desired.
We had driven down from North Wales to Portsmouth to visit one of her aunts and she was attempting to reverse into said aunties driveway. Having shunted both gate posts in two consecutive attempts to actually reverse between them, seeing a somewhat unsympathic hubby shaking his head in disbelief, she drew forward into the middle of the road, completely stopping the flow of traffic, opened the door, climbed out and said...
"OK smart arse... You do it...."
Auntie got the score cards out as she always did...
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