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...
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And the ladies. Don't get me started on the ladies. Sometimes it feels like it's all trials and tribulations.
I think what I'm getting at is that I could really use a break somewhere in my life, but life is generally apathetic about the whole deal and would rather go on a picnic without me. There's few things more demoralizing than a steady stream of polite indifference.