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I Gotcha Parking Place Right Heah:P
May. 28th, 2015 08:31 pmFile this one under Life's Little Victories.
As often happens after Monday holidays, time compresses like crazy in the ensuing four days. This morning, I was juggling an on-deadline project I'd been working on intensely since Monday, plus a close-by-month-end-or-else deal for tomorrow- both in addition to the actual hearing I went downtown to handle this morning.
Because of the first of those things, I needed to park closer in to the center of government offices in downtown Buffalo, where on-street parking is always tough. I never have any problem just rolling up to a spot in any other city, including Toronto, but here it's two concurrent games of cat and mouse among the all-day meter feeders, the roving seekers of space, and the cops/meter maids.
At last I found the perfect spot- but alas, so did the driver right in front of me. I hate when I miss a spot by just one car. And it was a two-way street, but divided by an island, so I had to wait for her to pull into it before I could even keep looking....
except she couldn't parallel park for shit.
I was good. I didn't honk, or eyeroll, but on her third pass, I realized what it was reminding me of: the worst parking job in the history of television at the end of the Sopranos finale. Immediately on that realization, I started singing Journey's "Don't Stop Believin," and by the time I hit the first high note, she'd given up and moved down the street to look for something else. I slid right into it without a hitch, got my stuff filed and to my 10:30 hearing on the dot.
Best of all, when I was done, the screen didn't even go
As often happens after Monday holidays, time compresses like crazy in the ensuing four days. This morning, I was juggling an on-deadline project I'd been working on intensely since Monday, plus a close-by-month-end-or-else deal for tomorrow- both in addition to the actual hearing I went downtown to handle this morning.
Because of the first of those things, I needed to park closer in to the center of government offices in downtown Buffalo, where on-street parking is always tough. I never have any problem just rolling up to a spot in any other city, including Toronto, but here it's two concurrent games of cat and mouse among the all-day meter feeders, the roving seekers of space, and the cops/meter maids.
At last I found the perfect spot- but alas, so did the driver right in front of me. I hate when I miss a spot by just one car. And it was a two-way street, but divided by an island, so I had to wait for her to pull into it before I could even keep looking....
except she couldn't parallel park for shit.
I was good. I didn't honk, or eyeroll, but on her third pass, I realized what it was reminding me of: the worst parking job in the history of television at the end of the Sopranos finale. Immediately on that realization, I started singing Journey's "Don't Stop Believin," and by the time I hit the first high note, she'd given up and moved down the street to look for something else. I slid right into it without a hitch, got my stuff filed and to my 10:30 hearing on the dot.
Best of all, when I was done, the screen didn't even go