To get from the actual subway station to the "Kiss and Ride" lot where Dad picks me up, I have to go down one curb cut, up another and down a third.
The only other option would be to leave the station completely and have Dad meet me on the street.
Not really much of an option, but I should have considered it today.
Each of the curb cuts was 75% blocked off, and a strip of new asphalt ran the length of each.
I now have asphalt all over my wheels. Nice.
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