They driver's seat is really too far away from the pedals, but she doesn't want to move it up for such a short drive. She perches on the edge of the seat to reach, starts the car, and puts it in reverse.
Then she notices the windows. They are opaque with frost; she can't see anything out of any window. Tentatively she presses the windshield wiper button, but it has no effect. The frost is much too thick.
It is too early in the morning to be scraping frost off of somebody else's windshield. She is not going to scape these windows, she thinks with determination.
Pressing the electric buttons, she rolls down the two windows on either side of her. She can't see out of the front or back windshield, but she can look out of the driver's side window and see that there is no traffic coming from the left. She looks right... but the frost on the back side window blocks her. No problem -- she rolls down a third window. Brr, it's cold out.
Now she can see the street in both directions, and traffic is clear. Thank goodness this is such a quiet street! She can see where other cars are parked on the street, and they are easy to avoid. Using the right-side mirror, she carefully backs her way to the end of the driveway and swings the car into the road. She can see behind the car just fine, and knows her way is clear.
The car fully out of the driveway, she throws the car into Drive. Now she has a new problem: with the front windshield completely covered, she can't see where the right-hand curb is. It isn't visible from any of the roll-down-able windows.
That's okay, this is still manageable, she thinks. There is still no traffic around, so she can be cautious. Watching the road out the side window, she inches forward until she feels the right tire run up onto the curb. Then she steers left, coasting forward until the wheel rolls back down off the curb. She must be approximately straight, and approximately next to the curb.
She eases a bit farther until she is fairly sure that the rear end is clear of the driveway. Putting the car back into Park, she presses all three window buttons until she is comfortably protected from the outdoors again. Then she turns off the car and climbs out, inspecting her work.
Not bad, not bad at all. The car is about a foot away from the curb, but it is completely straight, and a comfortable distance from the end of her driveway. All of the windows are still completely frost-covered, making the interior invisible. But she has successfully moved the car anyway.
Briefly she wonders if any of her neighbors were watching the blind-folded performance. Oh well, nothing to be done about it. She re-opens her house long enough to toss the keys through the front door, then goes to retrieve her own car.
Safely housed in its little garage, it is happily frost-free. She sighs with relief, climbs in, and continues on her journey to work.