The benefit of pregnancy
This morning after getting my teeth scrupulously cleaned, I decided to reward myself with a tall, sweet hot chocolate. On my way out of the cafe I saw parked behind my car the very familiar fluorescent yellow go cart, otherwise known as Sacramento parking authority. A big guy was in the process of writing me a ticket. I approached him from behind and asked why I was getting a ticket. In a rough voice, he said it was because I did not read the sign I was parked right in front of. I said, Two hour parking? I was only in there for a couple minutes. He said No, The other sign. So I read the other sign, which said something about street cleaning on Thursday mornings. I replied that he didn't have to be mean about it, to which he said he was only giving me a hard time because he was going to tear up my ticket, and he voided it right there in front of me.
Now, I have received many tickets in my life, and I specialize in parking tickets (sorry mom, dad). I have begged officers/meter maids (whatever they are called) in the past to change their minds and give me a break. It has never worked. I have tried acting nice, acting sorry, acting cute, faking a tear... nothing works. Even when I was 16 and got my first ticket and was dressed all trendy and cute I couldn't get out of it. I'm not getting any cuter.
So as I got back into my car, I noticed everyone sitting outside the cafe was looking at me with what appeared to be disgust. One of the ladies said, "Good job... mama."