PARKING SLOPE [Having a Car Fucking Sucks]
That beige car is fucked in Park Slope in 3, 2...
Like many of you, I don't own a car. In fact, I think the happiest day of my father's life in recent memory was when I moved to Brooklyn and he got to sell my car. So, while I've heard plenty about the hell on earth that's parking in the Slope, I'd never experienced it firsthand. Until this week.
I took the last several days to schlep my ass ten blocks north and move (related: my new apartment rules your face), which involved a shit ton of back and forth car rides facilitated by my awesome-as-fuck mother. Friday morning at about 10:15, we pulled up to my building with car load #59886, looking to find a spot on a Friday 9:30-10:30 alternate side parking-ruled street.