I’ve spent a lot of my Brooklyn life looking for parking in our neighborhoods, and indeed in the neighborhoods surrounding our neighborhoods. Particularly on a night before alternate-side parking — I’m not surprised when it takes me 45 minutes, maybe even approaching an hour, to find a space. But I did not expect to be driving around for 83 minutes this morning. I listened to the full news broadcast on 1010 WINS — four times. I drove and re-drove every block in the area bounded by Joralemon, Degraw, Bond and Hicks. When I started actively seeking a space at 9:06 (had to run an early AM errand, I know, how stupid of me) I knew it might be challenging but did not expect that I wouldn’t pull into a space until 10:29.
I had work to do today. I had things to accomplish, e-mails to send, paying assignments to write. My day has been majorly disrupted, even slightly ruined, because of — parking? It does not seem possible. And yet it is.
On my much-delayed subway ride into Manhattan, I read in MetroNY that BoCoCa is the “Best foodie neighborhood where non-millionaires still live” and it warmed the cockles of my heart. I do so love our neighborhood; I am almost always happy to cheerlead, but goddamn — who do you have to **** to get a parking space around here?
83 minutes, a new personal record. Can anyone top that?
/end bitching. Enjoy your Friday everyone!