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. 🙂