Two days a week, starting at 8am, we are not allowed to be parked on one side of the street. I often forget, the night before, to park on the right side of the street that will save me from the $30 ticket. Last night was one of those nights.
However, when my friendly neighbor sees that I am parked on the wrong side of the street (which is often, I assure you) he comes over and rings my doorbell to wake me up. This morning I found him, smiling outside my front door.
“You got yourself a $30 parking spot there.” he says.
And, with gratitude for a friendly neighbor who repeatedly goes out of his way to help me avoid parking tickets, I take my sleep-crusted eyes and bedhead hair behind the wheel to move my car.