So I lived across from a parking lot, where I kept my car except on Tuesdays and Fridays when it was used for a farmer’s market.

So I woke up like Arthur Dent on Green Thursday morning (the day before Good Friday) to see a tow truck carting off a car, and nearly dropping my cup when I saw it was my car being towed off.

You see, due to Good Friday, they had moved the Friday Market to Thursday. I ran out in my bathrobe with wet hair and managed to flag down the truck in time.

Just as well, as it was not my car, as such (mine was in the shop) but one from work that I had unofficially borrowed from the Warehouse…

I never did get the hang of Thursdays, Green or otherwise.