A couple of weeks ago I blogged about how proud I was of myself for not getting a parking ticket in nearly two years. Well, I’m sad to report, that run came to an end yesterday.
I was in between songs when Michael Ball came into the CKRM control room and broke the tragic news. He didn’t let me down easy. “Soften the blow” must not be a phrase in his vocabulary. “Hey Lewis, you just got a parking ticket.” He went on to tell me that he told the parking lady that he would grab me quickly so I could plug the meter, but apparently the lady told him it was too late because she was already writing the ticket.
I went out to have a chat with the lady, but she was already at the far end of the street.
I’ve always plugged the meter at 9 before I start the Flea Market. This ticket was given at around 8:30. I had a pocket full of change, but it did me no good on this particular morning. I know the parking meter law takes effect at 8, but I talked to the parking guy one morning long ago and he told me they never get around until after 9, so for all that time I thought I was safe. I just wanted to talk to the lady to find out if she was going to start working our street earlier than 9.
The parking ticket is $55, unless you pay it in 14 days, in which case, it drops to $20.
Oh well. It looks like I’ll have to start plugging that darn hunk of metal an hour earlier, which works out to an extra $2 a day!
At least I know what I’ll be doing right after work today. I’ll be off to city hall to pay the ticket and save myself $35!