The Taunting Santa

Beth drove down this weekend. She arrived at, oh, 9 pm?? Basically, it was night. Therefore dark. She tried to find parking on my street, right outside of my place, but could not. As she backed out of the street (it’s a narrow one-way) – she called me. To let me know she had arrived, and would shortly be at my door, yes.

But also to say to me, “I can’t find a parking spot! And that Santa is taunting me!!”