Size 6 Street, Size 12 Truck

It continually amazes me how completely moronic the businesses down 72nd Dr are not to warn their vendors that, hey, the street we're located on is kinda narrow. Oh, and hey, the outlet street is also kinda narrow. And people try to maximize the parking in every nook and cranny. So hey, don't send any 18-wheelers, okay?

But clearly there are never any such advisories to their presumed "valued business partners. "

Here's a truck that was left in the middle of 88th street for about 25 minutes during morning rush hour while the driver tried to figure out what to do about trying to reach his destination. People were driving around on both sides, nearly hitting oncoming cars on one side and pedestrians on the other, and honking horns and using their fine command of modern day slang and euphemisms.

Here's another one from during my lunch time at home during the week. I heard honking and more honking and even more honking, so though I have very limited time I finally just had to go look to see the source, and there it was. Another fine citizen of the world who got himself into a tight spot and wasn't sure if he'd be able to make it.

These two happened within a couple weeks of each other when we happened to be home. I wonder what goes on when we're not here!

I remember how my brother's car got completely dented in on the driver side when he still lived here. He had stopped at home after his shift for 15 minutes, just long enough for a quick shower before he went to pick up his wife (he was driving into Manhattan to pick her up back then!) and when he came out...the deed was done.