it was saturday, september 25. almost a week ago now. the streets were packed, the skies were only slightly cloudy, and they were lost.
being lost is a fine thing, when you don't really have anywhere in particular you're going to in the first place, and this was the case for the young couple on this day. it is arguable then that in this instance they were not technically "lost", just aimless, but in either case they absolutely did not know where they were.
they'd arrived in the city just then, and were looking for something to do. it didn't need to be something extraordinary, just needed to be something to pass the time together. they'd come here for no other reason.
somebody's car alarm was going off, a police siren sang in the background, construction workers pounded away at the cement in a closed lane. a student driver gas-braked his way through the noise. car horns blared: "YOU'RE GOING TOO SLOW" "YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST" "I'M GOING TO RUN YOU OVER" "YOU ARE TOO UGLY TO DRIVE A CAR" "GET OFF THE ROAD".
it is a wonder there are not more traffic accidents. it is a wonder, with all this going on, that there is room for anyone to actually drive.
"can't find a parking spot..." he mumbled as he inched through the city with the mass of cars. she was draped over her seat, searching in the back for a sweater. it was an easier thing to find than a parking spot.
a sign: PARKING GARAGE. an arrow. good.
he pulled up to the doors, pushed the button on the parking machine. the bar lifted, the door opened, "please take your ticket."
he did. it had the parking rates and directions on the back.
it was eerie, the way that the garage door closed behind them.