Friday, April 25, 2008

The City Burbs

I love my neighbors. (This is not sarcasm) It's the best neighborhood. But it wouldn't be a neighborhood without some petty your tree's on my property argument. Apparently it's my fault a neighbor got a ticket on his car. Why you ask? Because I'm not parking directly in front of my house, on our side of the street.

I guess the parking authorities noticed my car one house down before they noticed his vehicle had been parked in the same spot (unmoved) for at least ten months. And, oh, the expired tags.

Sorry buddy, I love you, but this shit happens. Just read my blogs about my experiences with tickets.
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Water People

I've never waited a table. You wouldn't want me to. But I imagine that waiters have their own lingo and codes. My boyfriend and I were on the receiving end of what could only be the unfavorable type of customer at an expensive restaurant, the--we'll just be having water customer. It's not that one meal at M&S was out of our league, especially since it was lunch. It wasn't that soup and salad was all we could afford. If anything, the waiter could have had a bigger tip because we weren't spending as much as we're used to on dining out. Needless to say after being ignored--Nobel Prize winner Weisel says indifference is worse than being treated with anger--and complimentary bread deprived, we did not leave a tip.

So here it is now--if people order water on a Saturday afternoon it might just be because they're hung over and saving room for a friend's pasta bolognese later.