When 24 is not 24…
Life April 20th, 2007Driving around mid-town Manhattan at 3 am. Turn into parking garage with big “Open 24 Hours” sign. Closed. Back-up, avoiding a collision with one of the many pedestrians walking around on the surprisingly lively streets. Drive one block. Look before turning into second garage with big “Open 24 Hours” sign. Closed. Repeat with a third. Finally, find a forth that’s open.
Ugh.

April 20th, 2007 at 11:00 am
Perhaps it means 24 hours per week.