So, today, I was returning movies uptown, while on my way to work. I was running late (like usual), and couldn't find any parking, so I decided to just stop in the bus stop area right in front of the video store while I ran in. I hate doing this, and I never do, but I figured it was either this, or be late for work. Besides, no buses were coming.
So, that was the wrong decision. In the less than 30 seconds it takes for me to run into the video store, there is a city worker at my car. He tells me to stay there, he's gonna right me a ticket. I'm not very good at the begging, so I sit there, looking sad, and take it more or less like a man. Anyone out there know how much a bus stop ticket is in San Francisco? That's right, 250-fucking-dollars . I was so bummed. I really never do this. I figured I had some good-parking, mostly-law-abiding karma stored up. I'm getting ready to drive away, when the guy from the liquor store on the corner comes up, and tells me that if I know anybody whose a mechanic (I don't), I should have then right me a letter saying my starter was broken or something, and the city will let me off. I hate that kind of stuff, but I hate burning $250 more. So I thank him and drive away.
Two blocks away, I see the city worker who wrote me the ticket. As I'm cursing his name, he flags me down. My first thought is, "Oh no, what does he want now?!" He tells me that he accidently wrote the wrong date on the ticket, it's void. And I can tear it up. I thanked him profusely, and went on my very merry way.
Karma, I am in your debt. And I always pay my debts.
So, that was the wrong decision. In the less than 30 seconds it takes for me to run into the video store, there is a city worker at my car. He tells me to stay there, he's gonna right me a ticket. I'm not very good at the begging, so I sit there, looking sad, and take it more or less like a man. Anyone out there know how much a bus stop ticket is in San Francisco? That's right, 250-fucking-dollars . I was so bummed. I really never do this. I figured I had some good-parking, mostly-law-abiding karma stored up. I'm getting ready to drive away, when the guy from the liquor store on the corner comes up, and tells me that if I know anybody whose a mechanic (I don't), I should have then right me a letter saying my starter was broken or something, and the city will let me off. I hate that kind of stuff, but I hate burning $250 more. So I thank him and drive away.
Two blocks away, I see the city worker who wrote me the ticket. As I'm cursing his name, he flags me down. My first thought is, "Oh no, what does he want now?!" He tells me that he accidently wrote the wrong date on the ticket, it's void. And I can tear it up. I thanked him profusely, and went on my very merry way.
Karma, I am in your debt. And I always pay my debts.
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obsidity:
I already have plans this weekend. sorta, but I am still interested in those get togethers.and swimming!!!
obsidity:
people are getting sick left and right! feel better, sweetie.