So, this morning I wake up early and get myself all dolled up for a workshop at school. I eat a hearty bowl of cereal with fresh blueberries and a banana thrown in. I leave my house on time ::gasp:: and walk around the building to my car. Before I am even 30 feet away, I notice a soggy piece of pink paper stuck under my windshield wiper. I stop and stare. A ticket, obviously. But at that moment, I don't move. I'm deep in thought. Why could I have possibly gotten a ticket? My mind begins to race. My permit sticker fell off. Nope-it's still on. My registration expired. Nope. I parked crooked. Nope, it's pretty straight (especially for a Jersey driver.) I cannot think of any possible answer, so I walk slowly towards my car.
FLASHBACK to last night. I arrive home only to realize that there is nowhere to park on our street. So, I park on the side street, which happens to be totally empty. Naturally, I pick a parking spot right next to my building.
No big deal. Right?
WRONG.
Apparently, it is illegal to park facing opposing traffic, which I'll admit I did. (All I did was park on the left side of the street, instead of the right.) Except...how was I supposed to know that it's illegal??? And where was this officer so that I could talk myself out of this ticket? So, now, instead of a manicure, a pair of cute sandals, or a funky dress, I'm paying for this pink soggy mess of a ticket. Not cute.
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Sometimes I think if traffic ticketers had a more exciting life/job then they wouldn't be so hard on us!
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