However, I do have a story that must be shared.
About a month ago (geez, I have been slacking off), I let a coworker borrow my parking garage pass, so I had to park on the street. It's really not a big deal. Sometimes if I see a nice spot on the street I park there anyway. The parking garage is a hassle. I almost always have to drive up the ramp to the fifth level, and the elevator is broken half the time.
This day, however, I was having no luck finding a spot. They keep adding parking meters, so free spots are harder to snag. When I finally found a candidate, it wasn't exactly ideal. It was a parallel spot that was pretty much exactly the same size as my car. Now, I pride myself on my parallel skillz, but this spot was really the Mount Everest of parallel parking. The theme from Rocky started to play in my head. Thanks to my nimble little coupé, I nailed it on the first attempt.
After parking, I actually stood on the sidewalk for a moment admiring my handywork. There was about two or three inches between my bumpers and the other parked cars. You couldn't walk around my car on either side. It was truely a thing of beauty. It was parking poetry.
Now, two hours is your limit at nearly all free parking spots downtown. But some of the side-streets are overlooked by the Interceptors. And being a pretty lazy guy, I left my car in that spot all day. When I left work to head home, it looked as if I'd been busted. But what looked like a parking ticket from a distance turned out to be a note. I was relieved. The note read NICE PARK JOB COCKSUCKER. PARKED ME IN. I laughed out loud. Yes, it was a nice park job. I was all too happy that someone else out there appreciates my skillz.
Then I noticed the twelve-inch groove in my car's paint left by the key of my secret admirer. I still couldn't help but laugh about it.
I'm actually glad that my friend helpmed me recoop my a good chunk of this year's insurance premiums. Last week my car went to the body shop to be repainted. I had it fully detailed inside and out (on my own dime, of course). The car looks brand new again.
I think I might have stuffed the note in a drawer somewhere. I'll have to scan it and show it off.