the big city is hardly as big as people on the outside may imagine it to be. monday i scored a parking spot on the north side of 73rd street. normally this would have been a major coup since it was good for all day tuesday, wednesday (there no alternate side of the street parking rules ever on wednesdays) and thursday is suspended for shavuot. free parking from monday eve through thursday.
this wednesday i had to take a trip out to jersey to drop ivan off at my parents house while i finish packing for the big move on sunday. he no longer fits in the apartment with all of my packing supplies. when i arrived back on 73rd street around noon today, the only available spot (for which i waited 20 minutes) was on the south side which is good for all day tomorrow but means i will have to move it on friday by 9 am.
it’s now 5:30 pm and i just came in from running a quick errand. as i was walking towards my apartment, an older man from across the street who i have never even seen before yelled, “what’s a matter with you? you move your car! no parking rules thursday – why you move?”
how did he know ?
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