I lived in Forest Hills for a year before returning to Sackville, where I grew up. I quickly learned Forest Hills is notorious for young punks vandalizing and stealing whatever is in their reach; including your car or its contents. They tore apart my garbage one evening and threw parts of it over the roof of my house and that which didn't make it over the roof came rolling back down and clattering to the deck. They spray painted "PUSSY" on my curb and other such terms throughout the neighborhood. One night, I caught them checking my car door handle; to which I responded with a promise to rip their arms off and beat them with it if I ever caught them again. Within a week, I had a window smashed out of my car and a neighbor had his mirror ripped off. I called the Cole Harbor RCMP to make them aware of what was taking place in the community and to request some level of police presence while on patrol to help thwart this behavior. Instead, a buck-toothed, snotty, little constable showed up, offended that I had even wasted his time and said, "What do you want me to do about it? Fingerprint your window? It's broken."
A few years ago, I bought a TV as a Christmas present and left it in my car all wrapped nicely while I ducked into the Halifax Shopping center to get a bouquet of flowers. A car load of thugs ensured it never made it under the intended tree. When I called the police with the description of the guys and their car, he laughed in my ear asking me if I realized how difficult it would be to distinguish people or a car of that detail. Police know as well as I do that those types of criminals have a tendency to "work" malls and parking lots and therefore, return to the scene repeatedly. But doing anything about it would require effort and wouldn't generate revenue for the city. I have several other accounts that whiten my knuckles and make me grit my teeth, but I will bore you with only the most recent.
This morning, I had an appointment near the waterfront in Halifax and parked near the Westin. I was quite surprised that the meter stopped accepting money after 90 minutes. It's bad enough that parking is at such a premium in the city, but it's hampered that much more with time limits on parking meters. What purpose does that serve? I'll tell you what it does; it generates another means of revenue for the city. If you can't coordinate transiting from your vehicle, the completion of your business and back to your vehicle all within 90 minutes, you will be slapped with a $25.00 ticket. Ah, but the city offers a nice gesture in reducing the fine to only $20.00 if paid within 7 days. Thanks, Halifax. And thank-you 4x4 driving meter maids. I bet you look at yourself with pride when you stand before the mirror at the end of the day and remove your special constable badge. I bet your parents and family are so proud. Allow me to unveil reality for you: YOU ARE THE MOST USELESS FORM OF LAW ENFORCEMENT EXISTING TODAY! I was one minute late on the meter. My $40.00 appointment just turned into a $60.00 appointment; plus the $2.50 I plugged into the meter ($.25 of which was not read by the meter because of the 90 minute rule).
I defend my country and others for a living. I was a part of feeding a starving country on one operation and I'm going into another. I have done more for people in three weeks than what some police and special constables have done for us in a lifetime. My comrades and our vets have given their lives, their limbs and sometimes their sanity defending our country and the evil that threatens it. Why can't you defend and protect us in our home communities; rather than finding ways and means of sucking more money from our pockets!?! If you're a meter maid - Get a real job! If you're a police officer - Get real about your job!