The Plague Diaries Day 114: Return to New York City

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On Saturday, Tom and I drove into the city ... first time in three months we darkened the door of our apartment. Despite all my angst, there were no plants growing out of the toilet. The refrigerator didn't host a game show entitled "what is this stinky blob?" 

Everything was pretty much just fine.

Except we're out of practice. Our city skills are for shit.

First, Tom couldn't parallel park. He prides himself on parallel parking, so this was a big deal. He pulled into three spots our car was too big for. When we finally found an appropriately-sized spot, he had to back in and out like ... more than twice. Hashtag embarrassing.

I can't say anything though. I got out of the car, walked like fifteen feet and ran right into a fire hydrant.