In almost no other part of the world is “parking the car” such a hot topic as it is in NYC.
The second anyone enters my mother’s house, the first question she asks is “Where’d you park?” and the answer is never simply “across the street”. Rather, it’s typically an epic journey that involves multiple trips around the block, a few sojourns down a side street or two, all to eventually end up across the street, though, as with many things in life, it’s so much less about where you ended up as it is how you got there.
