Dude, where's my cone?

For those that don't live in Boston, never been to Boston, never experienced a snow storm, you'll find this story peculiar. For those that do, you'll know what I'm talking about.

When it snows here and we get some decent accumulation, residents use whatever they can to claim their parking spot after shoveling. It's an unwritten rule. You shovel out a spot, it's yours. You use a spot that you didn't shovel out, expect to get your tires slashed.

In light of this quirky Boston tradition, the city cracked down. They started confiscating all those lawn chairs, cones, saw horses, milk crates, or whatever folks used to save the spot.

I bet the people in South Boston are up in arms. Those nut balls save parking spots when it's sunny outside. You'll get shot in Southie if you break the rule.