a lesson in counting

I just got back from a few days in Boston, where I was fortunate enough to use my mom's car and a friend's vacant apartment.  Here's the break-down:

Number of times I used my left foot for the brake: 2

Number of times I tried to shift the shifter while moving: 3

Number of times I tried to drive with the parking brake on, thinking I was simply stuck in the snow: 2

Number of times I tried to use my car key in my mom's car: 1

Number of times I set off the car alarm: 3

Number of parking tickets: 1

Number of times I cursed the fact that the windshield washer fluid shoots over the top of the car: 19

Number of times I could not figure out how to open the apartment/building door: 3

Number of times I understood what this thing was for: zero

Number of times I misplaced my wallet: 1

Number of phone conversations with Reid: 1

Number of good times had with friends: uncountable.