“Only YOU…” by Katie Ludlow Rich
We pulled into a premium parking spot right in front of the entrance to San Francisco’s Ghirardelli Square. I laughed. My husband turned to me, eyebrows raised, expectant. “We aren’t supposed to be able to park here,” I said, “we’re supposed to have to circle around the block several times, stressed and frantic, yelling at the kids to be quiet as we parallel park in a space too small for our minivan.” I laughed again, awed by the ridiculous luck of not only one, but two empty spots right in front with meters that accept credit card payments. We got […]
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