I was on my way 2 get some coffee this AM, I heard church bells & it reminded me of Italy. A smile came over my face as I reminisced about how beautiful it was and how lucky I was to have been able to go and explore it last summer. I thought about how much I'd love to go back and live there for a while if only I had the money...
Then I noticed my car had a ticket. It was $115! I put it back on the car & looked to see where the sign was for the farmers market b/c I thought I had parked far enough back. The sign was down and the red spray paint scribble was to be my indicator. 1 of my tires was just barely over the scribbled x (which could be for anything)...as I'm standing there assessing and digesting how in the hell I got this ticket and searching for signage...one of the guys from the farmers market says - "I hope you're going to move your car" (meanwhile - I'm literally a tire into the red spray painted dot 'zone' and there are at LEAST 8 empty spaces in front). I said "I'm just trying to digest this $115 ticket and to see where the signage is" he then jumps out from behind his booth and get's directly into my face yelling "what's $115 for a ticket when you're stealing money straight out of the farmers pockets!" I could feel my pulse rate go through the roof. "where's the parking sign? " He pointed to the red spray painted dot next to the hole where the sign use to be as well as the bright pink laminated signs that are taped up to the fence that were 15 feet away up against the park. "when did those go up b/c they weren't there on Thursday?" "well they've been up for a while" "since thurs?" "probably". I look at him and my adrenaline is making my heart feel like its going to come out of my chest. At this point I know myself well enough to know that I need to walk away b/c this conversation isn't going anywhere nor could I do anything about it b.c I didn't have the keys to my car. As I go to walk away - he steps into my path and again gets into my face - "are you going to move it?" "wooh ..you're really pissing me off" "what's that suppose to mean...that I'm pissing you off?" "more specifically you're being an asshole" "actually I think you're the asshole here". I promise you this - had my car been blocking something and been in CLEAR violation - I'd have no problem moving my car. I walked into my little Bodega barely able to speak - I took the long way around to get milk...and again...was so pissed off I could muster up the words to order my coffee. I suppose from the caring look in the store owners eyes -they all knew something was wrong. And without saying a word - Jimmy nodded in my direction and said "egg and cheese with a large coffee coming right up". The owners wife threw in a little baggie of gummy bears to cheer me up too. The last part of my story is one of the reasons why I love this city and the earlier part - well that could've happened at any given time anywhere...just depends on the day someone's having I suppose - the guy was so full of rage - I have to admit it scared me a little bit. So heres hoping my car will be in one piece and that this afternoon will be asshole free.
Then I noticed my car had a ticket. It was $115! I put it back on the car & looked to see where the sign was for the farmers market b/c I thought I had parked far enough back. The sign was down and the red spray paint scribble was to be my indicator. 1 of my tires was just barely over the scribbled x (which could be for anything)...as I'm standing there assessing and digesting how in the hell I got this ticket and searching for signage...one of the guys from the farmers market says - "I hope you're going to move your car" (meanwhile - I'm literally a tire into the red spray painted dot 'zone' and there are at LEAST 8 empty spaces in front). I said "I'm just trying to digest this $115 ticket and to see where the signage is" he then jumps out from behind his booth and get's directly into my face yelling "what's $115 for a ticket when you're stealing money straight out of the farmers pockets!" I could feel my pulse rate go through the roof. "where's the parking sign? " He pointed to the red spray painted dot next to the hole where the sign use to be as well as the bright pink laminated signs that are taped up to the fence that were 15 feet away up against the park. "when did those go up b/c they weren't there on Thursday?" "well they've been up for a while" "since thurs?" "probably". I look at him and my adrenaline is making my heart feel like its going to come out of my chest. At this point I know myself well enough to know that I need to walk away b/c this conversation isn't going anywhere nor could I do anything about it b.c I didn't have the keys to my car. As I go to walk away - he steps into my path and again gets into my face - "are you going to move it?" "wooh ..you're really pissing me off" "what's that suppose to mean...that I'm pissing you off?" "more specifically you're being an asshole" "actually I think you're the asshole here". I promise you this - had my car been blocking something and been in CLEAR violation - I'd have no problem moving my car. I walked into my little Bodega barely able to speak - I took the long way around to get milk...and again...was so pissed off I could muster up the words to order my coffee. I suppose from the caring look in the store owners eyes -they all knew something was wrong. And without saying a word - Jimmy nodded in my direction and said "egg and cheese with a large coffee coming right up". The owners wife threw in a little baggie of gummy bears to cheer me up too. The last part of my story is one of the reasons why I love this city and the earlier part - well that could've happened at any given time anywhere...just depends on the day someone's having I suppose - the guy was so full of rage - I have to admit it scared me a little bit. So heres hoping my car will be in one piece and that this afternoon will be asshole free.
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