dearest parking enforcement,
seriously, don’t you have anything better to do?
you ruined my day.
in fact, you have ruined several within the past few years.
i can no longer count the number of parking tickets i have received on both hands…
all i wanted was a d*** coffee.
i was in the coffee shop for less than three minutes
(1. there was no line & 2. i got drip coffee, thus requiring zero preparation).
and somehow, within those three minutes, i end up with a $53 parking ticket.
i neeeeeeeeed those $53 right now.
that could buy me groceries;
it would pay for my transportation for two weeks;
it is eight frozen yogurt dates;
$53 is my portion of the comcast bill.
see? that money could be put to better use.
i may cry as i write and send off those precious $53.
you know what bothers me most?
i was walking out to my car and unlocking it, AS YOU WROTE THE TICKET!
come on! can’t you give a girl a break?
today was a bad day.
hoping, wishing, and praying that tomorrow is better.
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