To read Part I of “My First Parking Ticket,” click here.
 
I have been patiently waiting for this day ever since I got that ticket. A few times a week, I have been checking back on that parking meter to see if, somehow, it magically fixed itself. I don’t mean “fix” as in “work properly.” I mean “fix” as in “be broken as to benefit me and no one else.”
 
In the meantime, I have been playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the metermaids and parking lot attendants of Towson. My car has been bouncing around from spot to spot like Pam Anderson bouncing between Kid Rock and Tommy Lee. Actually, comparing those two to a parking spot isn’t fair… to the parking spot.
 
In trying to constantly stay one step ahead of The Man, there have been some early mornings for me. Waking up at 8 to move my car, constantly looking over my shoulder, waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. It’s been rough. But if you read the title of this post, you should already know where this is going.
 
THE PARKING METER BROKE AGAIN!!!!!!!!
 
*****Confetti*****
 
This makes me so happy, I can’t possibly express it. My car is sitting there right now and there’s nothing that anybody can do about it. Suck on that, Towson.
 
I may never drive it again; I might just leave it there forever.

1. Barbara, September 16, 2007:

   Only goes to show that good things happen to good people…..does it?
   Seriously I couldn’t be happier that The Man is out your 25 cents.

2. k322, December 12, 2007:

   yay!!! congrats!!!
   i can now buy that car i wanted and steal that spot from you muahahaha