every time
i see a parking meter
i think back
to my days
in grad school
it was a frenzied time
driving
everywhere
running
to classes
day and night
not sleeping much
running
to substitute teach
running
to student teach
running
to cater
running
to family events
running
to drive my daughter
back to college
ironically
we were university rivals
running
to interviews
and all that jazz
and
no money
and
no time
and so
parking
was not
on the radar
i was
always looking for a spot
close to class
in a hurry
playing the odds
parking
with construction crews
or
at almost expired meters
or
halfway in and halfway out
of legal street spots
and
tickets were piling up
until
one day
i came out
in between classes
and
my car was gone
i called the police
they said they had it
but
i had to
pay off all of my tickets
plus the new one
they had given me
before they towed it
to get it back
they had reached
their tipping point
i walked to the station
and got in line
with about 200 thousand or so
other students
paying off tickets
i waited patiently
i planned
when it was my turn
to tell them
that
i was a single mother
working 2 jobs
going to school
trying to balance everything
with no money
and
that i was doing all this
to follow my dream
and i hoped
they would grant me
compassionate dreamer’s amnesty
and call it even
but instead
they said
we’ll need 450$
cash or certified check
which seemed like a fortune
and so
i called my daughters
to come to the station
and
pick me up
and
take me
to ransom
my car back
and
this meant
ramen noodles
would be back too
and
my amnesty bubble was popped
but my dream was still intact
===
i was complimented on my driving today.
someone left a note on my windshield that said, ‘parking fine’
– author unknown
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image credits: annarbor.com, neatorama.com, wsj.com
I was stationed in Monterey, Ca. Better to take the bus in. Meters were expensive and parking was impossible. I like the photos and the description.
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thanks, john. parking can certainly add a whole other level of challenge to a life )
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I did a lot of walking.
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Isn’t it funny how something as simple as a parking meter can take us back in time. I know what you mean! Great post!
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it is roy and thanks )
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$450 seems like a fortune because it IS a fortune. That’s a lot of cash!
My friend used to keep a parking ticket in his glove compartment. Whenever he parked illegally, he’d put the ticket on the windshield so any passing officer would think that it had already been ticketed. Worked every time
That second photo is astonishing! Is that real or Photoshop?
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you are right, mark, it is a fortune, especially at that time in my life. i like the double ticket strategy. all of the photos were found online, credits below the post, and i do think that is real, i saw a few, shot from above ,of huge lines of people waiting for things.
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Great story. Glad that part is over and you can eat…LOL Ah, memories:)
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thanks, har!
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All I can think of is how in the world did you manage to scrape up $450. Ouch. That’s a lot of money, even today. I’d hate to be asked to hand over that amount to anyone for anything. Still, you tell your story in an entertaining manner. I enjoy reading your posts. They make me smile. ❤ ❤
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it was tough, but i cobbled it together with what i had, and had to borrow some and go deeper in the hole, but it all worked out and thanks for reading and enjoying, lctc )
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I love your photo at the end, and the verse is really good because you get the sense many of us know too well, of trying to keep everything together, square the circle and keep the dream alive. Lovely, lively vibrant stuff. I’ve never found wardens to have much of a sense of humour, although I have tried to find one on some occasions
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thanks, peter, for reading, and for your kind words. even when things are beyond frustrating, i do try to find the positive in it all. no, not much sense of humor to be found with the police –
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Ramen noodles, we luv ya!
Never let ‘me steal your dream, right?
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absolutely, all about the ramen and the dreams, mark )
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Finally you had a note of approval..
All is well when the end is well. So njy your noodles at least. I like the flow of your words.
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thank you so much, soul )
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I love how you think Beth!
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thanks, deb, it’s not always logical, but always hopeful at least )
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They should have let you off. They possibly become jaded.
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i agree, lily! thanks )
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I managed to avoid parking fines, the benefits of going to grad school in a town with too little self-esteem to support parking meters, but I did get towed once because I misread the street-sweeping schedule sign. And boy was that a nuisance.
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hahaha – oops, sorry joseph ) and i’ll bet it was beyond ‘nuisance.’
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I still get tickets, Beth. Charleston is a police state. Ha.
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it’s a tough world, down there in charleston )
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Dang, they dinged you and dented you and dunked you and then dropped a safe on your head, Beth. What a wallop, that $450 when you were putting two quarters together every meal time. No favorites at paying time. That was awful, my friend. I used to take a shuttle bus to the U of Maryland from my apartment complex because there was no place to park. But I’d miss the last shuttle working late at the campus paper …
Glad it’s in the past. It’s always in university areas, too, where students who can’t afford the fines can’t find a place to park, you know? There oughta be a law! Oh, yeah, there is, and that’s why they’re writing tickets. There oughta be bigger free parking lots!!
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yeh, no mercy, but that’s okay, i made it. i had the same thought, about the students, who have the least money, being charged. hmmmmm… and this was my story about my trying to fight city hall, that you triggered by yours – so thanks )
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They were devising an underground parking meter over here at some stage..out of sight..out of mind perhaps. Hate parking meters,hate fines of any description. You poor love you made me exhausted just reading this! Loved the pics especially the queue 😉 x
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ooh – that takes it to a whole other level, jen. i’d be in big trouble! and thanks –
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Hmm don’t think it will happen..let’s hope not 🙂
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perfect….compassionate dreamers, unite!
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yes!
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Speaking of university rivals, I have one you will totally understand living in Ann Arbor. I was in grad school at Notre Dame while my 3rd son was getting his BS in actuarial science at U of M. 😉
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hah! that’s perfect. i can totally identify. i was at u of m, while my daughter was at ohio state. )
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The best part was ND did pull off a win my first year in grad school. 🙂
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hah!
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This is one of those if you don’t laugh you will just cry.
I got a few parking tickets… but well never that many. And one was because the yellow bus curb hadn’t been repainted (low priority for the city) and I didn’t see the sign. Sigh.
Cities weren’t meant for all the cars… just the people. And the alternate side of the street parking on street cleaning days and the special times that only residences can park on their block only if they have a permit….
Like those quotes too you ‘fine’ woman. Every time we see a car pulled over and the Police Officer is writing a ticket we say that someone is getting invited to the ‘Policeman’s Ball’. Or getting a ‘Good Driver Award.”
Thanks for your visits.
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well i did cry a bit actually, but then i laughed later, so all good. and thanks for stopping by too, jules )
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I am so sorry that this happened, don’t know why this is true with so many university parking areas being filled up, then I got towed, which was only $179 so now my ‘sob story’ is not as bad, in retrospection to your incredibly high number and the longest line ever! I did know you are so over this, so I felt it was okay to laugh a little over it all. You made your education deadline, though, Beth. I was not able to do this, due to the other things being out of balance, house, marriage and courses not available for the last semester of 2008, No Child Left Behind deadline…. C’est la vie!
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it’s okay robin, i was laughing soon after, though not so much at the time, there were a few tears ) it is hard balancing it all, and i have empathy with anyone else going through that, as i know you did too )
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uuuh!! I am saying that, as I read that last bit: parking fine. I loved the story–felt as if I were running alongside, and that shot standing “on line” is great. 🙂
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thanks, cc. and yes, a lot of running just trying to keep all the balls in the air, but life is much calmer now and i appreciate every day )
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Oh that sucks! But you told it so funny you had me laughing! Especially at the long line. 🙂
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oh, it was a bad and crazy day and the only thing to do after, was to laugh )
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I love your attitude! 😀 ❤
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Great post! Thoroughly enjoyed it 🙂 Thanks!
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thank you, kab )
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Warm human story with a great upbeat ending…” my dream was still intact”. 🙂
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thank you, shek –
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Really great writing. So moving. 🙂
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thank you for that, michael )
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Ah Beth you made me feel better. I seem to spend the better part of my life in a car with my children, hurrying from school to soccer, to dance and what not. Finally, after 11 years, I got a ticket. For what? Well, for a rolling stop. But here’s what’s funny… I did stop. Because I tell my children all the time, you’ve got to stop, then pull forward to watch for traffic. I’ve driventhe same route 4 times a day for 6 yrs, so I was peeved. Really peeved, that he gave me a ticket. He was in the opposite direction and saw me edging forward to look both ways.. Which no doubt made his eyes gleam with a fine in mind.
Love the photos with the throngs of people. Made me laugh. I laugh when I want to cry and cry when I want to laugh.. Not sure why, but it’s whacky. I had weeks of ramen noodles, cans of baked beans and dried apricots for dessert at University. You brought back memories.
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and i’m glad we can all laugh now )
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Tickets are orange here too. Marigolds left by admirers. 🙂
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i wish they were )
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