Quote de jour, well actually a joke today.
"So, someone complimented me on my driving today. They left me a note on my windshield. It said Parking Fine."

It's no secret that I see a therapist. Doesn't everyone in New York? Mine, Dr. S. is in an office with parking spaces surrounding the building like a moat. Lots of parking. The kind you'd kill for in Manhattan. But this being Westchester, we revel in our parking spot abundance. I confess to being parking skills challenged but I always park between the lines so it shocked me to see this on my windshield.



The parking lot was virtually empty so maybe I hogged more than one spot, but four? No way! Even if I had, so what. There were a gazillion empty spots. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered me but I was feeling raw and vulnerable after my session. And now I had this to add to my guilt. Wasn't it enough to place the note without the handwritten inquisition? It's enough to make a girl depressed.