Sticket = stupid ticket
That's what I've been calling this parking ticket that I got the day I went to see my beloved Captain Jack. The movie started at 5:30, I got to the theater at 5:30 'cause I had to go by Walgreens and get some Skittles 'cause I refuse to pay $3.50 for the same box of Skittles that Walgreens has for $1. Paying $3.50 is just criminal. Y'all know it is.
So, heck yeah, I smuggle Skittles. I know you ain't judgin'. You do it, too.
After the movie, I walked out to the parking lot and THEN I noticed the painted handicapped symbol on the pavement right up under my car.
And I noticed a little piece of white paper under my windshield wiper.
I did what anybody who accidentally parks in a handicapped spot would do. I got in my car, cranked it up, turned on my windshield wipers and let that sucker fly! I didn't think another thing about it until I was telling Larry about it and he, being my moral conscience in times when I'm iffy (and I'm his, too, 'cause that's how we roll), told me I HAD to pay it.
So I drove around in the theater parking lot that afternoon to see if I could find it. I couldn't. I called City Hall that Monday to find out how much I owed and how to pay and it was so soon, I wasn't in the system yet. She told me the fine is $72. "Just mail it to the address on your citation.", she says. Yeah, right. "That citation is litterbuggin' itself down Watson by now", I say. (No, I really didn't say that! I told her I "couldn't find it". No lie there.)
I've been SICK about having to pay that $72, not that I didn't have it, I do, it's just such a waste, so careless of me. I don't do things like this. Ever.
Today, I had the afternoon off and I decided I was gonna go take care of this ticket. I went to City Hall and the lady who collects the tickets is on vacation this week. They sent me to the Police Department. I went to the Police Department and the sweet lady there couldn't find me in the system. I told her that it was at the theater and that I'd parked in a handicapped spot and she said, "Oh, well, it was mall security, then" and I say, "They don't send those to y'all to collect?" and she said no, they only involve them when there's a disturbance. I'll keep that in mind.
She suggested I check with the mall. So I did. I went to the mall office, explained my situation, they called somebody from security, I told her my li'l story and she laughed and said, "it's a warning" and she showed me one. She said they don't give tickets at the mall, just courtesy warnings. Well, I'll be dogged.
For two and a half weeks, I've been stressing and talking about this blankety-blank sticket. And it was a WARNING THE ENTIRE TIME.
I thanked her, blessed her heart and promised I'd NEVER do that again.
So, class, what did we learn today?? When you see a little piece of paper underneath your windshield wiper, you might wanna LOOK at it. It's probably just a Chinese menu but you just never know...