I used to date somebody who lived across from the Kenyan embassy in DC. The embassy had a few designated parking spaces, but only until 6:30 PM -- about the time I might arrive for a date.
I liked to think that I was parking in Kenyan territory. I was not, for numerous reasons, but it made me happy anyway. Just be out by 6:30 AM.
(It didn't become Kenya again until 9, but it was a travel lane during rush hour. That's why the spot was always open: the signs were so confusing that nobody wanted to park there first.)
I used to date somebody who lived across from the Kenyan embassy in DC. The embassy had a few designated parking spaces, but only until 6:30 PM -- about the time I might arrive for a date.
I liked to think that I was parking in Kenyan territory. I was not, for numerous reasons, but it made me happy anyway. Just be out by 6:30 AM.
(It didn't become Kenya again until 9, but it was a travel lane during rush hour. That's why the spot was always open: the signs were so confusing that nobody wanted to park there first.)