How Did I Get Here?

Quote of the Day: “When I came back, after all those stories about Hitler and his snub, I came back to my native country, and I could not ride in the front of the bus. I had to go to the back door. I couldn’t live where I wanted. Now what’s the difference?”

My Ultra-Cool-Guy parking spot is no more. And I’m not too happy about the ticket.

About a year ago, a Staff Sergeant I worked and lived near let me in on his little parking secret. He parked along the street in Fredericksburg which, technically, was illegal from 0800 to 1000 but justified it by pointing out that he parked in front of an open lot so TECHNICALLY was not taking up the local indigenous population’s parking space.

Why push the ethics envelope? Because the regular Cool-Guy parking lot is filled by 0500. And Loser-Parking is way down a small side road in a big parking lot. Parking down there will cost you a 10 minute walk to the train but more significantly, a 10-minute walk back after work followed by a 15-20 minute parking jam just to get out of there.

Add in a 30 minute launch time to get to the train station on time, the 30-40 minute train ride, and the 10-minute walk from train to office and you get, from doorstep to office: 1 hour and 20 minutes to work and about 1 hour and 40 minutes home andthat’s if there are no delays.

Driving is about 40 minutes in and 50 minutes home. Plus, I don’t have to deal with VRE and all that goes along with it.

OK, so what happened to push this over the edge? Walking back to my Ultra-Cool-Guy parking spot that saves me ½ hour of frustration per day, I see the gay-ass pink ticket flapping on my windshield. Not a good way to start my Friday. The bastard caught me at 0900 (dead center of the 3-hour unallowed time frame) and it cost me a whopping $10.

But that was not the important thing. It also didn’t soothe my nerves that I had always vowed that whatever the cost I might incur one day would be worth a year’s worth of Ultra-Cool-Guy parking.

I was just pissed that this was such a petty thing. And fine, if you want to do petty, Fredericksburg, I can DO petty! I practically INVENTED petty!!!

So you can take your parking space, and your VRE, and my $10 and cram it clear up there along with the Civil War musket. You’ll get no more out of me.

Free Advice for Today: “Be enthusiastic in your expressions of gratitude and appreciation.”

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