Her Brain is in Park

My wife and I went into the city to visit one of the museums with the kids. As usual, she drove, and I navigated since she usually has no idea where she is going.

She pulled into a parking spot in a garage next to the museum, but the car was a little cockeyed, so I hopped out of the car to help her get lined up. She started waving at me frantically and pulling on the gear shift.

"It won't go out of park!", she yelled.

I climbed back in the car, glanced at the dash, and told her how to fix the problem.

"You need to turn the car back on."