birdwatcher

I saw the Parking Enforcement Aide (PEA) on the street where I had parked. As she made her way down the block, I quickly jammed my hand into my pants pocket, fumbling for quarters amidst the pennies, nickels, dimes and the other crap that collects in my pockets like so much flotsam and jetsam.

Walking briskly down the street, I plunked two bits into one expired meter and than another, adding a crucial 15 minutes of life to each one and robbing the PEA of two more tickets on this north side street.

“You can’t do that!,” she barked at me. “It’s illegal to feed someone else’s meter.”

“I don’t believe that’s true,” I calmly replied.

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