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Tales from the City

That’s the ticket

August 2, 2009

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I parked in the Prudential Center’s expensive garage for a meeting nearby. Though I told myself to be careful with the ticket, I lost it anyway. Dreading the charge, I went to the Pru’s info desk to plead my case. Young employee: “So you lost your parking ticket? About what time?” Me: “Around 11:45?” The laconic dude handed me my lost ticket! I know because I’d written my parking space number on it. Someone had plucked it off the floor, amid masses of shoppers, walked over, and turned it in. “Only in America,” my Irish friends said when I told them. I loved living in Ireland, but I’d never have set out on this quest in Dublin. I just had a hunch it would work out in Boston.

Jules Pieri / Lexington

Soda Secrets Overheard at the Chelmsford Friendly’s. New waitress: How do you make ginger ale again Old hand: One squirt of Coke, and fill it with Sprite. This, in the town proud to have given its name to a style of golden ginger ale.

Jeremiah Mead / Chelmsford

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