Patricia pulls a Polaroid camera out of her shoulder bag and frames a shot of the car, but she doesn't snap the flash. She puts the camera back in her bag. It has to fool a meter lady before it counts. Armed with a street map and the Polaroid camera, they are on a scavenger hunt for parking spots in some of the most clogged neighborhoods of the city. Later, they will meet up with the five other teams at Tommy's Joynt on Van Ness.
Lowest score wins free dinner.
However, as Patricia noted, they can't take the points until a Parking Control Officer passes by, which shouldn't take long. PCOs are like fruit flies, which will mysteriously materialize within eight seconds if you leave a banana peel in the kitchen sink. During the twelve years of Reaganism, parking enforcement was emphasized much more than parking prevention, and parking violations became a major source of government revenue along with the snack tax. Over our beer at Cafe Babar, Edgard explains he came up with Sport Parking as a way to blow off steam. He normally plays on a soccer team in the third division, but every game since late November has been rained out.