My car came out. I ran some errands. Then I came back to the same intersection, parked in the roomy parking lot around the corner from Pizza D'Oro, and got myself a couple slices. I ate them in the car.
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| Psychic bus stop |
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Slices of Life
I was standing outside my favorite car wash on Victory Boulevard, waiting for my car to come out. I noticed the black SUV parked in the right turn lane for Richmond Avenue, hazard lights flashing. A minute later, a man crossed the street carrying a pizza box from Pizza D'Oro. He got into the SUV and, in no particular hurry, pulled out. Rather, he didn't have to pull out since he had parked in a traffic lane (not to mention one used by a number of buses).
My car came out. I ran some errands. Then I came back to the same intersection, parked in the roomy parking lot around the corner from Pizza D'Oro, and got myself a couple slices. I ate them in the car.
My car came out. I ran some errands. Then I came back to the same intersection, parked in the roomy parking lot around the corner from Pizza D'Oro, and got myself a couple slices. I ate them in the car.
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Forget it Jake, it's Staten Island.
ReplyDeleteWhat did you do there?
ReplyDeleteAs little as possible.