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.

Ok.

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.

Huh ?

“check the meter”.

Ok.

And the meter said “23 minutes remaining “.