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I Gotcha Parking Place Right Heah:P
File 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
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warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: May 29th, 2015 02:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Parking

The males in my family all have the parking gene, that enables us to find parking anywhere (it is definitely an X-linked genetic trait). As far as parallel parking, I'm somewhat losing that, but back when I lived in NYC, I once got my car into a spot only 6 inches longer than the car. Not even sure I needed that spot, but it was too good a spot to waste, and I was inspired by the challenge.
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