I know I shouldn't paint all parking people with the same brush, but I always remember the time I was eating at the cafe on 8th & 8th with my truck parked right out front at a meter. I was sitting in the window seat watching my meter tick down 5-4-3-2 while a meter maid wrote up the ticket. I would thoroughly enjoy making fun or her appearance, but that isn't necessary.
I watched it tick to 1 minute before I wiped my mouth and pounded my coke. Walked out the door and said "exercising your writing iron?"...
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