Oh God, I Need a Job

I find it hard to believe that my entire day so far has revolved around moving my car. There is a funny little motor dance we in Brooklyn do each week. Cars need to be moved by 11, and stay away for street cleaning until 2. Hence everyone double parks on the opposite side of the street…and waits. The gendarmes, for whatever reason choose to overlook this obviously illegal parking fiasco and by 1:45, there is a mad dash to slip cars back to the other side of the street. People wait, watching for cops, and finally lock up around 1:55, safe in the knowledge that they have another week of ticket-free parking.

It. Is time. To sell. The fucking car.