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Monday, July 26, 2010
First let me start by saying that I realize I was in the wrong to park on that side of the street on a street cleaning night and will gladly pay for my lack of parking commitment. This is not my bitch! My bitch is that the person put the ticket on my windshield in the rain at night, and I (due to my own laziness) left the ticket to bake in the sun most of the following day... To my surprise the ticket has melted itself to my windshield. Not a problem, this can be remedied with a razor blade, but how do I now pay the damn ticket?
Now I have to go to wherever the ticket office is and explain what happened and why I have no ticket to present. Why-o-why must we switch to a plastic based ticket when plain old paper has worked so well as a reminder that the parking douche-bags are constantly watching out for my best interest? —STEPHEN HARPER IS THE DEVIL
Tags: wax on, wax off
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