07 September, 2006
The apartment complex is having the parking lot repaved tomorrow, which meant that I got to spend 20 minutes of my evening driving around my neighbourhood trying to find a place to park. (Really, this is not a feature of my time living in San Francisco for which I feel any pang of nostalgia.) I found a place just around the corner from my apartment, only to discover that the city insists on clearing the block of parked cars by 7am so they can trim the feckin' trees.
I. Am. So. NOT. Amused.
(And neither are Simon and Billie, who had their supper served late. I'm still getting lectured by Simon!)
Update: So, we residents were meant to have our cars out of the lot so the pavers could start work at 5 or 6 this morning, otherwise any cars left in the lot would be towed (which is why I did the driving around my neighbourhood a zillion times extravaganza). When I walked past the back lot at 7:43 a.m., not only had the work not begun, there were still a couple of cars in the lot and no sign of a tow truck! Feh!