We All Scream

It's no surprise that after such a beautiful day, J.P. Licks was the place to be last night in Coolidge Corner. It seemed like everyone — jubilant Red Sox fans, parents with young kids, couples on date night, high school girls with little fashion sense, families, pets, etc. — was getting a scoop, and the line was out the door for much of the time that Joe, Marie, the twins, and I were there.

So how thankful was I that there was plenty of entertainment to go along with my soft-serve. No, I'm not referring again to the high school girls. I speak of the folks who tried in vain to get into the perfect parking spot in front. We're talking premium rock star parking, with plenty of space to slide in. First there was a young lady who totally didn't cut the wheel correctly, and who just had to answer her cell phone while parking — and holding up traffic, I might add. Her first try, she was still a couple feet from the curb. And after two tries, she just gave up and drove away. She was followed by an older couple who undershot it and actually bumped into the car behind them before leaving their car jutting out into the street and getting out — ignoring all the people who were watching and saying under their breath, "Bad parking job. I can't believe they're going to leave it like that."

Why watching inept parallel parkers never gets old, I just don't know. But on this spring night, it was great fun.