So this afternoon, I was rushing to get to my allergy shot appointment in Boston and was trying to find a parking space that wasn’t covered in a foot of snow. I did a few loops around our neighborhood and was pitifully unsuccessful.
Then I remembered the beautiful space that Casey and I (um, Casey) cleared out the other day… ooh, it is free- eureka!
Hmm… there is a bit of snow in the space… hmmm.
Oh I am sure I can get in if I get a good running start!
Oh crap. I am sooo not moving.
“Oh hello, Mr. Big Harvard Van… Yes, I do seem to be blocking half the road, don’t I?”
I jumped out of the car, grabbed my trusty little shovel and start trying to get my car out. I do a little dorky wave to the disgruntled Harvard guys and they look at me like I am the stupidest girl on the planet. Which, of course, I am.
Then, out of nowhere, my savior comes! Even weighed down with a gigantic backpack, he shovels like a madman!
Another guy jumps out of one of those F3000 trucks and helped push me out of the devil space with the help of Backpack guy.
And who says chivalry is dead in Boston?!
(ps- I told you I loved that movie!)