The N-Judah Chronicles

Today had to be the worst Monday in a while. Ok that’s a bit of an overstatement. More than once, though, I thought I could hear the theme from Curb Your Enthusiasm playing in the background, though.
Everything started off with an eerie calm – I got up and all of the sudden things got very quiet in the neighborhood – no delivery trucks, no garbage trucks, no cars, no N Judah and a bunch of police officers on my block. Odd. As it turned out, there was a “suspicious package” on Irving around the corner from my place, and they’d cleared the area and were keeping people out of potential harm’s way. At least tweeting about it was easy since I could just sit in the bay window and watch, but still, it made a lot of people fairly miserable on their morning commute. Sensing opportunity, Muni used the chaos to invent a new way to screw up West Portal trains, causing more commuting misery.
I had some critical business to take care of today, but a last minute call about a potential job meant I had to stay at home and rush to create a proposal, even though I really needed to get downtown ASAP. OF COURSE this mean the computer began to be uncooperative, etc. etc. I managed to get it out the door quickly, but I always have that lingering worry of “did I proof it enough.”
I managed to complete some business at the bank without any trouble because my bank is awesome, but then had a nice long wait for the N Judah with the Operator from Hell. While waiting, I noticed something odd. There was this kid in a brand new white BMW that was double parked in front of Pluto’s. I figured he was waiting for someone. While he was there, a DPT officer was handing out tickets. Ironically, he didn’t give a ticket to the double parker. He did, however begin to write a ticket for a City car, but the City employee ran out and yelled at him. After a while, the City employee’s car wasn’t ticketed. Hmm.
It got better. Double Parker did an illegal U-Turn (almost causing an accident) and double parked on the other side of the street. Mind you, by now there were plenty of spaces available- 2 across the street and one 1 car down from where he was double parked on the south side of Irving. He kept doing this little double parking ballet dance until finally a spot opened in front of Pluto’s.
By now I could barely contain my laughter at this over privileged kid in his stupid BMW, wasting gas and causing traffic problems, all so he could get a spot right in front of Pluto’s and refused to take one one door down from the place. As he walked by I said “something wrong with this spot here?” and he glared at me with all the rage a 20-nothing nerd could do and mumbled something bout “not wanting to waste time walking to his car.”
Really?

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