On my way back from my Sunday ritual, spinning class, I decided to stop by the farmer’s market in Hollywood. I always try to go to farmer’s market on Sundays, but it rarely happens. So today, I told myself that, if I find a parking spot anywhere near the farmer’s market, I’m going to park and go. So I see an empty spot, but it’s on the other side of the street, in the opposite direction. I turn my car around, but I can’t completely get into the spot because I have to wait for other cars to pass. As I’m waiting, this car just parks in the spot that I’ve been trying to turn into but couldn’t until I completed my 3-point turn. Now, any other time I might have yelled at the people who did this, but I had just released a whole bunch of endorphins after 80 minutes of spinning. So I pull up to the car that just took my spot and there’s a nice hippie boy and a couple of girls. I say to him, “Listen, that’s not nice, I was waiting for that spot.” And he says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.” And we go back and forth until he suggests a coin toss. Heads or tails? I picked heads.* And I won!!!

That’s what it’s come down to. Coin toss for a parking spot in Hollywood on a Sunday morning.