Monday, March 28, 2005
Chicago Chicago
One of the things that I HATE about Chicago is the parking situation. You know, it's street parking where you take what you can find, and if you can't find it you have to park 5 blocks away and walk in the dark with all the crazies coming after you. Well, last night we're sleeping peacefully (especially Huz, who has been sick all weekend) and dreaming and all of these things, when we get violently woken up by the loud-ass doorbuzzer at midnight.* The disturber of peace was our 3rd floor neighbor. Said neighbor is really fat and, therefore, deems a zoned handicapped parking spot in front of the building necessary.** We park behind her zone all the time, but last night some loser parked too far into her zone from the other end and she couldn't park. Because she knows our car, she woke us up and asked us to move. Ug. Someday we'll have a parking lot, or even better, a driveway.
Another thing I hate is trying to lug bags and bags of groceries up 3 flights of stairs from wherever we were able to park. My fingertips turn the brightest white I've ever seen when they are being choked of blood by the heavy plastic bag handles.
And finally, another thing that I find irksome is the crazy lady who lives below us. Should I be concerned that right now I can hear her going, "KKKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"? What about the time I heard her scream, "What are you doing to me...what are you doing to me!?!?"? The freaky thing is that she lives alone and was, undoubtedly, talking to herself. shudder
Ah, Chicago. What a place.
*No, I'm not kidding. Even when I'm fully awake this thing gives me heart palpitations because it's so damn loud.
**Yeah, sometimes I'm mean.
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