Just like any ordinary Monday, Jacob woke up and prepared for school. Promptly collecting his school materials, he ran out the door. Would there be traffic as usual? After starting his car, he drove down the roads, eventually ending up on the Bronx-Queens Expressway. He  intentionally prevented a taxi from merging in front of him. Antar Potus, the driver, clearly looked upon Jacob with a look of disdain, clearly irked by his selfish driving ways. While nearing towards the Brooklyn Bridge, Jacob, seeing nothing but an endless stream of cars, asked himself if he would ever make it to class. After crawling over the Brooklyn Bridge and finally making it to the FDR driveway, he hit another patch of traffic that gave him a moment to reflect, asking himself “is it even worth it to drive?”.  The beautiful appearance of the East River coupled with the serene cloudless sky consoled him. After making it to the 23rd Street exit, the cluttered NYC streets reminded Jacob that parking would not be an easy task. Better park before class. Would he be able to find the needle in the haystack and get a parking spot. To his relief, immediately upon turning on 28th Street, he found a parking spot which allowed him to make it to class with time to spare. He could not stop thanking god for how lucky he had been to find a spot amongst the difficult Flatiron District Streets.