On Friday, I got up really early to go into the city. My brother was in from Colombia, so we had an early morning breakfast as is our wont. Breakfast at 8 am at the Grey Dog on University. Last time we were there, Alec Baldwin was there, but he didn't recognize me. Maybe this time.
I call 311. After waiting a minute or so, Victoria gets on the line. I ask her my question, and she says it all depends on whether or not that school has summer session. She'll look up the school for me. Except it's St. John's, so it's not in her database, she doesn't know. I should ask the school.
I decide not to chance it and move on. Still can't find parking. I say, screw it, I'll park at a meter, there's plenty of meter space. I go to a 6 hour meter. I put in my card, select my hours, and click pay. It tells me that the transaction is cancelled, as it is not accepting money right now. But I don't want it right now, I want it in 2 hours (and will happily pay for the 2 hours in between time) Can't make it work.
So I call 311 again.
I get Victoria again!
I explain to her my problem, and she says yes, there's no way to over-ride the machine, I should come back at 8 am and feed the meter then. (but that's when my breakfast is, I tell her. An hour away!)
I move on. I find a place on the street where I am inches on either side from a driveway. My Honda Odyssey is squeezed in but okay.
I walk to the subway, get in, have breakfast. Sadly, Alec neglects to show up. Some candyass excuse, no doubt.
I come back to my car. In the middle of the street, I notice that there is a wire down. Reaching all the way to the street. It looks likes a phone wire, but I'm not an electrician, I can't be sure. I call 311 for the third time that day.
Victoria doesn't answer (perhaps she's on a coffee break?) Instead, some other guy. I explain to him what's going on. It's not sparking, I think it's a phone line, but it might be electric. They say, well if it's electric, he can call Con Ed. Am I sure it's not electric? I don't know, I tell him. I don't think so.
In the meantime, I've watched 5 cars run into this thing, or swerve at the last second to avoid it.
Click. He transfers me to 911. "Caller, what is the nature of your emergency?"
About 10 minutes later, they arrive. It is a phone line. The fire guy wants to know my name. "Smith I say. Smith. With a P."
As 4 guys figure out where the best place to cut the phone line, I take off.