April 6, 2009

The highlight of my weekend....riiight

I love living in the city. As a single 20-something-year-old, I don't think there is anywhere I'd rather be than the hustle and bustle of a busy city with lots to do and lots of people. However, there is one constant annoyance that really bugs me. Parking tickets. Or more specifically, the parking ticket guy who stalks my neighborhood several times a day, looking for his next victim.

I swear, this guy hides in the trees, tickets in hand, and waits. If a car is in a two hour limit area for a minute too long, an orange ticket appears. Where does he hide? How does he KNOW? It never fails!

March 16, 2009

March Madness

The holiday season is three months passed. Nevertheless, the cars in Boston are decorated with bright orange florescent parking tickets.

“Ho, ho, ho!” The city of Boston is generating revenue and using my Impala as their reindeer. The city of Boston has hit me hard with fees and fines; in three days, three tickets. The city of Boston collected $340 from us.

A secret Santa? I was told the city of Boston offered 40 police cadets jobs as meter maids; instead of, because of budget cuts, the jobs of protection, safety, and enforcement for which they were trained.