Although Pammy and her husband Pan live thirty miles away from Manhattan, they rarely go there during the weekend. Traveling through the Holland Tunnel and the forever congested lower Manhattan will dampen the most vivacious spirit and exhaust the energy of the best athlete. However their friend Fei and her husband Fang almost go there every weekend since they are addicted to the restaurant “Deluxe Green Bo” located right off Mott street. Also they want the freshest grocery from lower Manhattan. According to Fei, grocery, at least the Asian variety, is shipped to New Jersey after they’ve already be on the shelf of New York for a week. Pammy and Pan laugh at Fei’s ridiculous statement. However it’s something you can’t prove or disprove.
The trip to Manhattan requires very good coordination. Usually Fei and her husband Fang would bring another family with them so that they can split the gas cost and the toll fees. Not only that, it is impossible to afford the parking in Manhattan, which amounts to more than $50 easily for just one or two hours–that’s when you are lucky to find a parking space at all.
So for this weekend, Pammy and Pan are persuaded to go with Fei and Fang to Manhattan. After getting off Holland Tunnel, Pammy and Pan drive the car around the blocks to kill time while Fei and Fang go to get groceries and dry herbs, after which they would eat their meal at Deluxe Green Bo. Pammy always worries that they might miss the rendezvous, but they don’t. So at the designated time and location, the two families switch places. Fei and Fang drive around the blocks while Pammy and Pan go shopping and eat their meal. Deluxe Green Bo is so wonderful. Such a cramped place with people sit shoulder by shoulder, but the food is unbelievably delicious if you don’t care about the ambience.
Another rendezvous happens. Pammy and Pan got on the car and the four of them drive back to Jersey.
“How much of the lower Manhattan traffic is generated by people who have a designated driver to circle the street blocks to avoid parking fees?” Pammy asks.
“At least 25% of it. I guess.” Fei replies. Fang’s driving and Pan’s sitting at the passenger seat. The two women sit at the back.
Pammy looks at Pan’s direction but he is so satisfied with his meal that he’s already fallen asleep.