Did you know that in Arlington, VA you can still get a parking ticket even if you’re physically unable to reach the parking pay booth-thing due to a small glacier having swallowed it?
No, I didn’t get a ticket. But in my 45 minute quest to find street parking I witnessed lovely Rita wandering the avenue with ticket book in hand trying to extract more fines from put upon parkers. (I spit on my screen just typing that.) For those people not in the region, the Washington DC Metro area (aka The 9th Circle of Hell) received about a bazillion inches of snow last week. OK, it was closer to 35-36 inches, but around here it may as well have been a bazillion. (Bazillion: A million gwadzillion) The temperature has tap danced around 32 degrees ever since… sometimes falling off the stage and landing in the orchestra pit of the upper teen temperature range. I needed to go to the bank today and even though I only needed to run in and run out, I opted not to do the “DC thing” and just leave my car in the street. I stopped in a two hour parking space and then stared blankly at a mountain of snow. Somewhere inside the mountain was a coin slot. If I could find the coin slot and deposit a bit of her majesty’s bling bling I’d be saved from Rita at the end of the row. I couldn’t find it.
