I was out doing some errands when I began thinking that I would like some Greek food.
Hmmm I’m close to my old area by the beach, there’s a good Greek food restaurant there.
Yes but the parking is terrible.
Well we could park a few blocks away and walk.
Nah don’t feel like walking at the moment.
Ok then let’s drive to the restaurant and see.
I get to the intersection, turn right and . look there’s a few parking spots across the street from the restaurant and it looks like there’s one spot open. Cool !
As I begin backing into the parking spot I see that it’s metered. Better check our wallet for change.
No, just park.
Once parked I check my change purse. Totally empty. Of course! I had donated my change in a donation box at my last stop. Hmmm.
Oh, there’s a couple walking on the sidewalk, maybe I could ask if they can change a bill for me. Smallest bill I have is a $20, not a great one to ask for change for.
Well I am parked right across the street from the restaurant. I could run in, place a take-out order and then come back to the car while the order is prepared. Then I “heard” check the meter.
“check the meter”.
And the meter said “23 minutes remaining “.