forward only, no reverse

I drove to ulpan (intensive course of Hebrew) yesterday. Late as usual, I parked my car in a hurry, only to notice that something peculiar is creating havoc dangerously up my auto's behind. In a few, a young girl with British/European accented English called out to me for help: "This is my boyfriend's car and I don't know how to reverse," she plainted. Sure that I can overcome this obstacle in no time, I landed the other's driver seat only to find myself face to face with a stick for the first time. I fortunately had enough sense not to experiment, and the girl came up with a brilliant solution: "If it is possible at all, maybe you can get out somehow, reverse, and I will pull up." I said: "Sure, no problem." Only so much space per Israel as a whole, why should I mind the millimeters between her car and mine, as well as the trash cans on my right? I successfully reparked, brushing the trash cans just a little, and the girl successfully pulled up. Both of us breathed in relief, happily reminded of a fact that there's a solution to any kind of situation. But yet one scary image haunted me for the rest of the day: how will that girl survive on the road when, one time, she will absolutely have to hit reverse?