Photo taken at: Chicago, Illinois
When I woke up this morning at 6am CT, I thought it was a little odd that the street didn’t have too many parked cars. I could have sworn I read online that Chicago street parking was not enforced from 10pm-8am unless otherwise indicated.
As I was getting ready, I was hoping I wasn’t going to be greeted by another parking ticket. Luckily from the view of my friend’s apartment, I was able to see my tiny car to the far left side of her window.
When I decided to really intently look down on the street, I noticed that there was a towing truck situated THREE cars behind my rental. “Holy sh*t,” I said out loud. I told my friend who was preparing me a breakfast smoothie that I needed to go check on my car. I grabbed my keys, put on my Nike shoes and ran as fast as I could outside, to the elevator and waited patiently for it to go down 42 floors. Luckily there was only one other person in the elevator so it made only one stop.
When I was on ground floor, I ran outside the lobby and into the street, without much regard to the ongoing traffic.
Guess what was going on? My rental was being pulled outside its parking spot and into the street. The tow man was about to accelerate and drive off when I ran up to him, like I was the only one on the street.
I was confused. I told the man it was my first night in Chicago and that I wasn’t from around there. He explained to me that apparently on these streets cars must not be parked on Saturday mornings for the Farmer’s Market. I’m sure I had a very panicked but calm look on my face. Or if that’s not possible then I was calm on the outside but freaking out on the inside.
The man let me go. He released my car with a press of a button in his car. I thanked him and shook his hand and told him how much his gesture meant to me.
As I was sprinting to my car since it was just now parked in the middle of the street, a crowd of joggers across the street gave our scene a cheer. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t.
Haha. Good morning from Chicago.