Zach
I don't get many parking tickets. If I do get a parking ticket, I pay it. But it is usually very crumpled upon mailing because I have squeezed the life out of the sucker and thrown it on to the floor of my vehicle where it remains for days as I try to get over feeling deceived or taken in some way. You see, in LA they have what I like to call "Conditional Parking Signs:"

With that as background, I'm on my way to sing with a group at the dedication of the Mar Vista Fire Station. How lovely, we are doing some service FOR THE CITY as a motion of goodwill and love. uh-huh. Eyes were wet, hearts were touched, we did a great job. As I return to my vehicle I notice a gift card on my windshield. What?!? Nevermind that it's Saturday--you see there is a meter next to the curb which apparently trumps all Conditional Parking Signs and that meter only takes coins for up to one hour. It's ok, it's ok--I just did service--I find the inner strength to support the city and not crumple the ticket. Upon arriving home, I am startled to find there is another slip of paper inside of the ticket envelope. . . What the. . . ?? Two tickets?!?!? Yes, yes, didn't you know that you can receive an additional ticket for each and every hour you are parked in the one hour parking?--see you're taking away someone else's opportunity to get a ticket you curb-hogging ingrate...
Both tickets are currently crumpled on the floor of my car...
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