Sure, a jackknifed tractor-trailer on the BQE added an extra hour and a half to our commute yesterday, but we still came home to our very own parking spot. In our own driveway. I usually spent about that amount of time cruising for a not-too-close-to-the-hydrant, no parking until 7pm, non-Muni-Metered spot after work.
The sweet life.
Exhibit 1: A backyard - WITH REAL GRASS AND SHRUBS