Conversation Between Myself and a Parking Ticket Man
That's when I ran downstairs to where my car was parked to plug my meter. Nine a.m. is when meters start charging, and I knew I was late but was trying to wrap up an "urgent" work matter before I dashed downstairs.
Oh, and as a side note, the ticket dudes very rarely even patrol the little avenue my work is on because it's so tiny, we're the only building on it. Anyways, without further ado...
(me running out the door to my meter which is 20 feet away, I see one of the parking patrol guys with his ticket book out)
Me: Noooooooooo! I'm coming, hang on, I'm sorry!
(he looks up with a total asshole gaze)
Me: Wait! I'm sorry I'm late, I was just trying to finish something...
Him: Sorry (in full asshole mode now as he rips a ticket off his pad)
Him: Well? These meters start charging at 9 you know (said with such attitude I wanted to punch him in his moustachey, wind-burned face)
Me: Yeah, I know (feeling defeated and getting a little attitude myself) I was just trying to get something done that I had a deadline for, and I forgot
Him: Well? They start at 9 (holds out his chubby hand smuggly)
Me: Yeah...I know (snatching ticket out of his hand and turning on my heel to march back into the building angrily)
Him: Hey! Aren't you going to plug your meter now?
Me: (wheeling back around) Well why the f*ck would I plug my meter now? You just gave me a f*cking ticket!
Him: (mouth dropping open) Well, uh...I...
Me: (turning back around and stomping away angrily) Exactly...
See, once they write you a ticket they can't write you another one the same day, so really, why would I plug my meter? And I know that guy was just doing his job - the husband used to be one of those guys, and he would tell me all the horror stories about cranky people - but I wasn't that late, and 3 of the 6 meters on our little avenue had no cars parked at them! It's not like I was holding up millions of other people from getting to park there!
Plus, I was genuinely sorry, and I wasn't that late, and I know that he could have given me a warning. The husband used to let people off if they were nice and explained their situation to him, so I know it can be done.
Anyways, when he picked me up for my doctor's appointment yesterday and we were leaving downtown, I saw the same guy writing someone else a ticket a few streets over. The husband remembered him immediately as one of the guys that made it his mission to write as many tickets he possibly could in a day, with no exceptions.
He's the kind of guy that makes everyone hate the parking patrol.