Feb 1st, 2005
More Parking Ticket BS
In DC, we don’t have elected representatives to the senate or the house, we have atrocious taxes, housing is ridiculously expensive, most people work federal jobs with pathetic financial remuneration, the weather sucks in the winter and summer, and worst of all, we have a Gestapo-like army of meter maids patrolling the city.
This is the only city where I have to add a “parking ticket” fund into my monthly budget because it is inevitable that at least once/month, I will get a parking ticket.
There is nothing more irritating to me than walking to my car, already annoyed because the weather sucks and I don’t have any federal representation, and seeing that stupid pink slip on my dash.
What makes me even more irritated is that they print those dumb tickets out with some sort of strange glossy paper that makes your pen smudge. As if it isn’t bad enough that you actually have to write “I, the undersigned, admit,” like you’re some kid who has to write an apology, but your god damn pen smudges all over your hand.
To me, all these factors culminate in the metaphysical question of “Do parking meter attendants go to hell because of all the misery they cause?” Or is it DC local politicians, or whoever makes the parking violation quota, who goes to hell?
I like to think it is both.
What do you think? Or better yet, what would you wish happen, in a karmic sense, to parking meter attendants? Please offer your suggestions in the forum.
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