Sent along by Ann Milam. Ed Note: This story is about one of our least favorite pastimes – the hazards of finding a parking place. From the NYT:
“Dear Diary:
My wife and I felt so lucky to find a parking spot on the street two blocks from Lincoln Center when we attended a production of “Turandot” at the Metropolitan Opera. All we had to do was stay in the car until 6 o’clock when the spot would become legal.
As we chatted about our good fortune in not having to pay for a parking garage, out of the corner of my eye I saw a car coming down the street that seemed to be way too close to ours as it tried to squeeze past the backed-up traffic.
And then, boom: Our driver’s side rearview mirror was gone.
I ran after the car, which stopped a few car lengths ahead of ours. The driver, a woman who appeared perplexed, listened as I told her she needed to give us her information.
She backed up into a driveway behind us to get out of traffic. We all calmed down, the matter was resolved and the woman promised to compensate us for the damage.
We had gotten back into our car to continue waiting for 6 o’clock to arrive when the woman who had knocked off our mirror pulled up next to us and rolled down her window.
Thinking she had forgotten something, I rolled mine down as well.
“Are you staying in that space?” she asked.”