Saturday, August 30, 2008

no parking spaces

This was a world with no parking spaces.  People allowed their cars to drift to a halt, as if they had no control over where the cars would come to rest, reminiscent of Hawaiians in a skating rink for the first time.  Meter maids wandered around in utter confusion, asking each other if they could borrow quarters.  The meters themselves gathered dust, until the city mandated that all parking meters be cleaned and polished, so that people would want to start using them again.  No one did.  At some point, a self-righteous group of artists had taken it upon themselves to take color samples of all the asphalt and macadam in the world, and then have paint mixed at a local Home Depot in massive quantities according to the color samples.  This process took quite a while, but eventually, the painting began, and once it was started, a number of unexpected participants joined the paint party.  It's not like there weren't setbacks.  No one thought about cleaning all the streets before painting them, so alot of the paint rollers ended up being covered in pebbles and crushed glass.  Inevitably, a young woman decided to roll some paint onto a young man that she was pining over, and he suffered minor injuries from the glass particles lodged in the paint-soaked roller.  She felt bad about it and bought him ice cream.  They went on a date, and it felt like the game show Jeopardy, so after that, they decided not to speak anymore.  As they were leaving the restaurant, she couldn't remember where she parked her car, since there were vehicles strewn about like a toddler's playroom; fire trucks leaning on yellow construction equipment, tiny foreign classic sports cars with one wheel on the curb and their bumpers protruding out into the turning lanes, motorcycles leaning on their sides as if they had been forgotten.  He gave her a ride home and she tried to kiss him  over the cup holders and her hand slipped and her fist balled into one of the cup holders and she ended up pushing her lips into his collarbone.  He decided that he liked this, and they made another date.  

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