So I almost got a parking ticket today. I pulled up into one of the 20 minute metered spots outside my studio just now, and went inside. The conversations were taking much longer, and I knew in the back of my head that my meter had expired. Once I'm all done, I'm heading back to my car, and sure enough... there was a meter reader filling out a ticket for my car. Sure, I was upset, but it was my own fault. Shit Happens. However, when I approached my car and said Hello to the nice lady she asked me if it was my car. I said yes. She said, "Oh, no worries then. Off you go!"
Badass.
((granted I did have to offer her sexual favors to repay her))
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