My midtown adventures: Part II

So I have to fill another prescription for poor Nicole who is still suffering from her tonsillectomy. Off to the 39th Street Walgreens I go. This time, I used the drive through. Very handy. Unless of course, they haven't taken the call from your doctor for the meds. It was about 2:30PM so the parking lot was fairly empty. Especially the north side lot facing Big Dude's. It was completely empty so I drove up and pulled into one of the spots where I could call the doctor's office and find out what was up with the prescription. I begin working my way through receptionists, phone nurse's voice mail, receptionist, another receptionist and finally the nurse. She explained to me that she had finally gotten through the busy signal at Walgreens and the script should be ready. About the time I'm finishing my phone call, the thundering bass alerted me to a car pulling in to the spot right next to me. "Be cool" I thought. I'm just a middle-aged white guy in a German sports sedan parked mid-day in the Walgreens parking lot. Nothing out of place. Just blending in. I'm sure there's no reason out of the dozens of empty parking spaces in every direction this person chose to park next to me. As I was completing my phone call I casually glanced over at my new neighbor. She was gathering her things and was preparing to exit the vehicle. Her "things" were a blinged out cellphone and a brown paper bag with a 40 oz sticking out of the top. She staggered around behind our cars and began yelling. "Oh crap" I thought. Fortunately I quickly realized she wasn't yelling at me, but at someone on one of the apartment porches along Central. Something about "Girrrllll I didn't know where to park!" and "You know how we do!" She staggered and weaved her way across the parking lot and disappeared through one of the many bent openings in the metal fence that surrounds Walgreens. Mid-afternoon on a Tuesday and the party in midtown was under way.