September 27, 2013

Alternate Side Parking

Things that probably aren't supposed to happen when you're moving your car.

Last week, we couldn't find a parking spot on the other side of the street (alternate side parking), which meant that I was going to have to move the car in the morning. I prepared myself for the hour and a half wait with a bottle of nail polish and a book that I am currently dragging my feet about reading. The opening was good, I don't know why I'm doing this. Back to the story, JD assures me it will be so easy, just go sit in the car and drive around when the street sweeper comes. That's what he always does, it's no big deal. So at ten to eleven on a Tuesday I gather my entertainment and head on out to the car. At six minutes to the guy who's parked behind me arrives and gets in his car. It doesn't start. He walks up to my window and asks if I have jumper cables. I don't. He walks off towards the bike shop. The man who owns the motorcycle parked in front of me arrives two minutes later. His bike won't start. That's a strange coincidence. By now I'm thinking this must happen all the time. Motorcycle guy wheels his bike off down the street and disappears around the corner.

The guy who's parked behind me returns with the fire department in tow. They ask if they can use my car to jump his. Sure, why not? I've got no where to be. They tell me the street sweeper, if it comes, can wait. So they close traffic on the street and I double park next to the car. I had a faint memory of trying to jump a car years ago in my driveway. I think it was JD's. I knew that the battery in my car is hidden, and that the cables wouldn't reach but couldn't remember where it was or how the car had been positioned. The firemen are now looking for it as I flip through my owner's manuel, completely embarrassed that all I remember about it is that it's hidden away somewhere. The owner's manuel shows a picture of the covered box but doesn't show it's location. Marvelous. One of the firemen asks me if my car is made by BMW, they put their batteries in the trunk. I drive a MINI, which is owned by BMW in the US but is still manufactured in good old England, so no. Another suggests it could be under the front floor board, to which the first one replied "where the hell are you getting this from, Frank?"

After a couple minutes more they finally find it in the upper right corner and now I remember why the cables wouldn't reach. I would need to turn around to face the car in order to jump it, but now there was a construction crew unloading very long sheets of metal in the street, partially blocking it. Needless to say, it had become quite the production at this point. So the construction workers were halted and the road (still) blocked as I turned around and backed down the one way street. Jumping the car took all of thirty seconds and I was free to go drive around the neighborhood and wait for the street sweeper.

When I told JD my story later that evening he stopped me midway through and said, "I just want you to know that nothing like this has ever happened before." But it would happen to me.


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  2. I am loving your blog dear! You have a nice layout and this story is something else! I think those things also only happen to me! LOL! Hope you have a good weekend, and you have a new follower now!
    xx Easy Outfits, by Pip

  3. Lol omg, what a fiasco! At least you got there in the end. I sometimes think I'm the only one those sorts of things happen to, definitely had a day of it today ;)

  4. ugh i hate trying to find parking, especially in a down town city! love the photo

    love from San Francisco,


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