Did I mention how much I hate cars? We've had a rental car all week (heck, a week plus an additional day) so that The Wife could get out to appointments in To Hell And Gone (I can't wait till we really build up our core business, as there's no pace in our actual territory that we couldn't get to easily on public trasit or a reasonable cab ride ... all this other stuff is "outside" our main zone ... not that we're bitching about getting the business, of course!). Tonight, she was coming back from the far (outside of Chicago even) south side and called wondering if The Girls and I wanted to go out to dinner. We agreed on Chinatown, and she came and picked us up, handed the driving over to me, and we went and had a nice dinner. After picking up some McDonalds sundaes and driving around for 10 minutes or so, I dropped them off at home (The Girls were fading and the sundaes were melting). That was at 10:30 ... it took me until 11:15 to find parking. FOURTY FIVE MINUTES of non-stop around-and-around driving to find a fucking parking spot, which was a five block walk from home when I finally got one. I do not see how people can stand to have cars in the City. It is madness.