It’s almost a pet please to find a parking spot during the lunch rush. So when you finally find that spot, you’re already feeling a little lucky. You fish out a few quarters and a mangy nickel from your center console and walk over to the parking meter, only to find…
…that there’s time remaining on the meter.
Even a few minutes is a delight without comparison. But 30 minutes? Sometimes in the 40s?! That’s a free ride, my friends. Pocket that change.
I had this happen today as I parked to meet a friend at Wasabi. 32 glorious minutes remaining on the meter. Witnesses may or may not have seen a hop in my step as I walked to the restaurant.