Chekhov's Mistress

Getting Evil at its Heart!

by Bud Parr

I really have come to loath those blue uniformed tax collectors that roam our streets preying on our minor infractions with outsized fines, so this post by Paul Burdick really made my day:

Walking down the street back from the Main Library, I passed a Parking Enforcement Officer (the politically correct nomen, I believe) who had just finished writing one parking ticket for the car to his right and was starting to write a ticket for the car on his left. As I passed I noticed that the car on his left had a full two minutes left on the meter. An eager beaver that man was. Having purchased a ferry ticket last Sunday for $3.75, I just happened to have a quarter in my backpack.

So, I reversed my step and fished the quarter out. The officer ignored me entirely, being rather focused on his ticket writing. “Ah ha! I shall meet my quota today!” I inserted the quarter into the meter and the car now had an additional twenty minutes. (On an aside here, I sure wish I could spend 25 cents and magically have an additional 20 minutes in my day whenever I so choose.) The officer continued to ignore me and only after I had started walking past him again did he look up and seem to register what I had done. Eyeing the meter he seemed a bit confused. His pre-emptive ticketing had been foiled! He flipped the ticket over in his book and walked away off to find some other poor car whose meter has been neglected for too long.

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