Almost the End of Me and The Running Man…

March 13, 2013

(Luckily, the Running Man is way hotter than George)

Team Farmer drove into New York City to meet my sister and her family and her in-laws for lunch. We had planned to meet around the U.N. Plaza, which is very close to where they live.

The strategy in our family is to circle the neighboring blocks to locate street parking before shelling out the $40-$50 for garage parking. Sounds like a plan, right?

Everything was going according to plan – we had arrived and pointed out the restaurant 15 minutes before we were supposed to be there.

Then we started our concentric circles around the location. Driving down one street, “No parking there”, up the next, all on the quest for that illusive NYC street parking. We’re even so anal that we only take right turns. Scary, huh?

The clock is close to our appointed meeting time, and pressure mounts. I’m craning my neck to see down other streets to find parking, whilst The Running Man is doing the same. The adorables are in the back, happily oblivious, watching a movie. {It probably makes a better story if I have them wailing and screaming, but hey, it was the Backyardigans. Uniqua was on a roll.}

We have passed our meeting time, with no parking in sight, and still have a short drive back to where they parking garages are located. I have a thing with being late, and Running Man has a thing with paying exorbitant prices to park so we’re starting to get snippy with each other. Then Running Man has the audacity to say, “It’s terrible with You In here.”.

Whhhaaaattt??

My ears blow red smoke like a stampeding bull. I’m ready to explode. Obviously, he could sense this so he asks, “What’s wrong with you??”

I’m even more unsure how to handle this question. How can he possibly NOT know?

I stammer out, “Be-because you told me it was Terrible with Me In here.”

He bursts out laughing and says, “No! I said, it was terrible with the U.N. here.”

Oh.

Luckily, we found a parking garage, paid our $50 and walked 7 blocks to the restaurant.

But the marriage was saved.

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7 Comments »

Whitney
on March 13, 2013 9:53 am
Ha! So glad you made it! If it were us, we would have had the most direct route mapped out to the expensive parking garage with as few turns as possible as our kiddos would have been vomiting in your “concentric circles!”
Cheryl
on March 13, 2013 5:55 pm
LOL! Someone recently told me that all the parking garages in the city have coupons! Try IconParking.com, centralparking.com. And, if you are really organized you can figure out where you will park the night before:)
Marla
on March 13, 2013 5:56 pm
This is so funny! And I love Whitney’s comment.
Sarah
on March 13, 2013 6:30 pm
That is hilarious. I say Chronicles of Heidi and The Running Man should be a permanent feature. Love it.
Julie R.
on March 13, 2013 7:33 pm
I discovered using coupons for icon.com last year and almost fainted when I paid less for parking in NYC than in Boston.
Julie R.
on March 13, 2013 7:34 pm
very funny story!!!
Jill
on March 13, 2013 8:47 pm
Hilarious…and far too often true in my household as well. 🙂