Monday Street Cleaning...

From the world of my friend Chelsea...

"You know how I was parked on the street with the 8AM Monday street cleaning? So this morning, I’m almost ready to go but not quite and it’s 7:47. I still have to get dressed and finish up, so I think. “Oh, better play it safe and just go move my car. Surely some people have left for work already and a spot has opened up in front of Miriam’s building.” I head down the stairs and sure enough – rock star parking just outside her door. I jump in my car and zip over to my new spot, run back upstairs feeling like I can relax and not be in such a rush to get out the door. I call my mother to discuss the bulge in my tire (another “welcome to my world” story of its own) that I discovered while moving my car, finish getting dressed, do some final touches on the makeup, brush the teeth, and I’m out the door.

"Cue the tumbleweed and that lonely music they play in western movies when everyone clears the streets for the duel that’s about to start. I am suddenly painfully aware that my car is the only one parked on that side of the street. That’s correct. I moved my car from one 8AM Monday street cleaning street to another 8AM Monday street cleaning street, making my attempt to avoid a parking ticket totally futile. All for the low, low price of $50. (That’s a lot for the girl without a job.)

"Grrrr. Just another day in my world."