Oranges, Cars, and Street Numbers

-My madre buys oranges by the crate. So I eat oranges by the crate. And my hands permanently smell like oranges now.

-Parking on the street here is ridiculous. There are no official rules and a ton of unofficial ones. If you car fits parked on a corner, you can park on the corner. If the street is full, it's ok, park on the sidewalk. If the street is full closest to the sidewalk, again it's ok, just park in neutral beside the cars to have two lanes of parking. If someone needs to get out, they just push the car forward or backward. I've seen it happen.

-The one rule cars ALWAYS abide by is stop for pedestrians, even if it means they are about to get rear ended.

-Businesses don't have street numbers, they adopt the closest number of an apartment building. I live in building 9. Azalea, the shop next to my building, is also number 9. When I went to go get fingerprinted the street address was 40. Except building 40 was on the next block with a few buildings inbetween.