Thursday, January 31, 2008
Luuuuu-cy got another parking ticket today. It's been awhile, maybe a year since the last one. Parking tickets are especially heinous in this city, ranging from $40 to $All your blood and your firstborn son, too.
Flip once got one for $189, which seemed like an odd amount, for parking in a tow-away zone, while I have been anointed in the amounts of $40, $60 and $80, depending upon the whim of the parking nazis. I have had more parking tickets than he has, but his was by far the winner. The Mother Ticket. The Big One.
Quality vs quantity.
I always contest them. Occasionally, I win.
The present billet du jour was for parking in a zone restricted for street cleaning near the hospital where I went to have blood drawn. There is a two-hour window for street cleaners and I managed to catch it.
In my defense, the sign was halfway down the block, I parked at the corner and there was a huge SUV parked ahead of me. The sign was not visible. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Does it seem fair to you that I should be bled dry twice in the same day?
The ticket says "can not read." I was quite insulted. Of course I can read. I just didn't see the sign.
Upon further examination, I realized it was my vehicle's vin number that could not be read.
Desi's going to be really mad when he hears about this.