Two days ago, my first day in the city with my parents car, I spent about $40 in parking because of New York's love/hate relationship with the car and lack of street parking. I couldn't find alternate side of the street parking for the car, so it had to come with me to my orthopedist appt and then to work. If you are dumb enough to drive into midtown manhattan, you shall pay. Alternate side of the street parking refers to a 2 or 3 hour window, 1130-1pm on my street, during which no cars are allowed to park on one side of the street so that a street cleaner can come through and move the filth around in circles before depositing it a half block down the street. Seriously, these things are like zambonies that do nothing.
When I drove home that night from work, I prayed that I would find a spot on the right side of alternate side of the street parking so that I could leave it there until Thursday.
My sister is blessed not only with the ability to find parking spots but to parallel park on a dime, on a hill, in the rain, in the snow, all with a screaming child in the backseat. I attribute this to the fact that she met and worked for Mother Teresa.
Well, something must have rubbed off, because the car has been parked safe and sound since Monday and I get to use it tomorrow to go to another appt and to help out with my nephew.
This car thing isn't so bad...
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