Yesterday I had 3 lattes and a stress problem, and I almost had a nervous breakdown.  On top of that, I was sitting in my car at 10 ’til 7pm in a “no parking from 4-7″zone, NOT BLOCKING TRAFFIC, and, while I was on the phone, a parking guy drove up behind me and gave me a $70.00 ticket.  I’m serious.  There were 8 cars parked on the block behind me in the same “no 4-7pm” parking zone, and those cars didn’t get any tickets.  THE INJUSTICE OF IT!   I admit it.  I started crying like a total woos.  I thought if you were sitting in your car, they couldn’t technically give you a ticket!  Where I got that theory, I have no idea, but it sounds just to me.  Whatever.  That was the most expensive parking place I’ve ever had.

This cartoon actually made me day and stopped my tears.  I don’t normally chuckle at the New Yorker, but it’s funny.  Funnier than a parking ticket at least. 🙂