While I was putting my toddler back into his car seat, I watched two people wander around the trunk of a car parked in the middle of the road. Why the car was parked there, I had no idea, since there was plenty of free street parking directly next to it. I wasn’t sure I could pull out with them there.
“Do you need help?” I asked. Kind of passive aggressive, sure, but maybe they did need help.
“Do you know where 2720 Clinton is? It should be right here, right?”
“I don’t know. Why are you parked in the middle of the street?”
“I’m a Lyft driver.”
“…there’s plenty of parking right there.”
He moved the car.