sadpanda

You know, I live across the street from a gas station. As my fellow San Franciscans know, parking is a precious commodity. As it turns out, there's a long stretch of parkable sidewalk with some forgiving time constraints. Although it is at a major intersection, there are no meters. Nor is there a zoned 2-hour parking limit. All you have to do is not park there on a weekday between 4-7PM, then on Thursday at some time for street cleaning. I'm quite pleased with this arrangement.

This stretch of parkable sidewalk always has plenty of room for three full-sized vehicles. In theory, at least. Unfortunately, nine times out of ten, some ASSHEAD parks his shit several feet away from the end of the curb, *ensuring* that only two and a half cars can occupy this hotly desired real estate.

It's crap like this that makes me want to get a motorcycle. Almost. In reality, I would never consider getting a bike in a town as traffic-crazy as SF. Then you add the relatively common rainy weather, the cobblestone crosswalks, and the mess that is downtown Mission Street, and it's just bad business.

What I really need is my own parking spot. Unfortunately, a restaurant is opening on the ground floor of my place, which will make parking that much more difficult. Since I don't typically get home until 6:30 to 7 at night, I'm already playing catch-up.

I wish I worked for a magazine sometimes. Most of them are done, done, done at 5PM. Solid. Long lead times, too. It would be nice.