I just finished working, changed, and went outside. I bought a gyro from a cart and watched a New Yorker try to parallel park her car.
She failed.
Sometimes the best things in life are free.
(Can someone explain how I made it this long without a Schadenfreude tag? Clearly I have some posts that are mislabeled.)
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One of the guys that the Missus dated back at Cooper Union came out here a couple of years before we got married.
He lived in Scarsdale, but he didn't learn how to drive until he moved to Manhattan...apparently.
I really couldn't stand the guy, petty jealousies on my part, though I got my kicks when he decided to follow us in a rental car and he never got the car above twenty miles an hour. I had to pull over so many times that I literally lost count.
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