We Need To Talk About Ryan Gosling At A Parking Meter

I’m shivering (in pleasure).

We are on a street in Southern California. There are crystal shops, dozens of people randomly complaining about why they left New York City, and Panera-style restaurants where you order at a counter and they give you a number and then they bring you your food. I love those places.

An older gentleman with a blurry face walks away as a man, Ryan Marie Gosling,* gears up to pay for his parking. A true man of the law, a man of my heart, a man who could drive into me any day.

An older gentleman with a blurry face walks away as a man, Ryan Marie Gosling,* gears up to pay for his parking. A true man of the law, a man of my heart, a man who could drive into me any day.

*Marie is not actually his middle name but I think it's cute and fitting.

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Ryan stops for a moment and stares into the busy California street (traffic sucks there). He uses his brain, pouts a bit, and calculates. It’s the math in his head. How long will he need to be here for? How long must he stay? The blurry old man is still there.

Ryan stops for a moment and stares into the busy California street (traffic sucks there). He uses his brain, pouts a bit, and calculates. It's the math in his head. How long will he need to be here for? How long must he stay? The blurry old man is still there.

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Ryan presses his supple hands into the parking meter. “Bee doop bee doop doop bee doop” (the sound a parking meter makes). The old man with the blurry head quivers.

Ryan presses his supple hands into the parking meter. "Bee doop bee doop doop bee doop" (the sound a parking meter makes). The old man with the blurry head quivers.

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