Lola wrote:Where did you park it?
Yes. Yes. Yes. We want the whole story... you were looking for a place to park, you couldn't find a spot no matter how many times you went around the block, you were too cheap to put in a parking garage--- the usual tale of trying to find forty square feet of open space in NYC. Then what?
Where did you park? Who told you about the Lot of Doom at 38th and 12th? (Very fine neighborhood to walk through by the way.) (No, Frank, it isn't) On the other hand...
Meeting our friend from New Jersey down in Chelsea last Sunday. She's a former New York City girl. Told her there was no way she would find parking in that 9th Ave. neighborhood. She made a sound and a face which one could interpret as "
amateurs". She picked up my honey in the Heights and drove down. I was already at the bar near the open doors, reading the New York Observer and sipping on a very tall glass of Ketel One when they drove up. A_____ pulled up beside a car already parked, she stuck her head out the window. There was handwaving. I took a long sip. She backed her car up about ten feet and waited. So did I.
The other car pulled up about four feet leaving a full space for A_____ to park hers.
It must be some kind of pact with Satan.
Joe(The word for her attitude would be "triumphant")Nation