Be warned: this is a nasty little piece of business!
I was pulling out of the parking lot the other day when something caught my eye: a strip of white paper tucked under my car’s windshield wiper.
A glance was enough to tell me it was not a handout from a local Chinese place looking to drum up business—it was a parking ticket.
Once categorized, I sprang into action: I pulled the car over to the side of the road (thankfully not yet onto a main artery yet), leaped out, and snagged the paper from under the wiper.
Yep—a ticket.
“But I paid for the goddamn parking,” I said aloud. “What the hell!”
VIOLATION in bold letters at the top of the slip, below that a bolded $250, month-day-year filled out with messy handwrit—
Wait a second.
Under license plate number was written “Tay Tay.”
Pulse still pounding from the thought of a $250 fine, I scanned down the violation notice and actually looked at it.
Under “Other Comments”—“Leaving the firm. Miss you, Taylor.”
Oh.
The “violation” was signed by a principal at the firm I’d just resigned from.
I turned the “violation” over to see that the address block was just a chunk of nonsense:
Parking Authority Division
PO Box 02348
Sum City, TM 02626
I laughed then, sitting in my car on the side of the road, rush hour traffic surging past me into Colfax Avenue.
Got me!
Taylor Coe 