I pulled into a metered parking spot, and I slid my spare change into the machine. As I was doing so, the meterman came and "marked my tire." I saw him do the same to the car behind me. It prompted me to set my phone to alarm me when it was time to fill the meter again.
And then I went in to meet my mom and sister for a not-so-good lunch. (Crappy service, no iced tea refills, and the waitress bringing the wrong sandwich left us all a little irritated). When my sister reminded me to feed the meter, I dashed outside with 1 minute to spare.....and there he was, the meterman.
me: wait, wait, I have change!
him: no response.
me: (now running like an idiot waiving my hands in the air) wait, I'm here, that's my car!
him: glances at me and whips out a pen writing on the ticket pad in a hurried manner. It was like he dotted his i's and crossed his t's with a little too much enthusiasm.
me: (noticing he had headphones on) Oh, can you hear me?
him: yeah I can hear you.
me: please, I made it here right on time...see I have change.
him: you are a minute late by my watch. Sorry already started writing the ticket. (Yeah, I could tell he wasn't sorry.)
me: oh come on!
him: and if you don't move your car, I will give you ticket after ticket because you are parked in a 30 minute spot. You can't just keep feeding the meter.
me: (death glare) I'll go get my keys and MOVE IT THEN.
During this time, they guy parked behind me noticed I wasn't getting off easy, so he sneakily drove off, and missed out on the parking ticket. I'm glad people take the law seriously, but I think this meterman could chill a little.
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