Last night, Ashley was interested in the view from my windows. I think something about his walk through the brownstones and into my neighborhood raised suspicions about the safety of his surroundings. (It didn't help that Kerwin kept pointing out the window saying "that's where my friend got mugged.") So we stared out the window for awhile (the dinner party was quite the rager) and discovered 2 "parking enforcement officers" (apparently the PC term for meter maids and men) in the middle of the street with an instrument on the ground. The man seemed to be trying to sweep his ticket writing apparatus across the road while the woman watched, but for a few minutes, we couldn't actually figure out what he was trying to do. It looked like he was alternately measuring something on the ground or trying to swing the little machine around. Then it happened. And we couldn't believe our good luck.
The guy tied his equipment around his foot and swung it while skipping, essentially playing "skip it" with the electronic pad he writes tickets with. It was bloody brilliant. He was excited. The woman was excited. And the four of us above were stunned. "Are we really watching this?" "I feel like someone should be taping this." "Oh, they're looking this way, turn around!"
Best. Parking Enforcement Officer Stalking Moment. Ever.
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