Schadenfreude and Back-atchafreude
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captainsblogSpent the whole morning in court today. Three different cases, all difficult carries, all ultimately postponed but not without a good amount of angst.
As I'd walked into the court building in downtown Buffalo, I'd done a bit of a double-take, as I saw a Rochester Police Department patrol car, 70 miles from home, pull up into one of the parking spaces past where I'd just parked. When I left the building, in between hearings to feed the meter, I saw it was still there- and without one of the "pay to park" receipts that us normal folk have to buy from a machine at mid-block. It remained there when I left for good an hour or so after that, and as I walked back to my car, I found a blown-away envelope, of the bright orange variety, that the meter maids both here and in Rochester use to plaster their tickets on the windshields of misfit cars.
And so, naturally assuming it had been placed on the RPD cruiser and had blown away, I did my civic duty and put it back on his windshield.
It felt oh so good, until I got back to my own car.... and found my drivers' side door handle had been baptized with perhaps the largest dollop of birdshit ever deposited on one of my cars. We're talking peregrine-falcons-nesting-atop-the-Statler birdshit.
Sigh. The gods giveth and the gods taketh away.
As I'd walked into the court building in downtown Buffalo, I'd done a bit of a double-take, as I saw a Rochester Police Department patrol car, 70 miles from home, pull up into one of the parking spaces past where I'd just parked. When I left the building, in between hearings to feed the meter, I saw it was still there- and without one of the "pay to park" receipts that us normal folk have to buy from a machine at mid-block. It remained there when I left for good an hour or so after that, and as I walked back to my car, I found a blown-away envelope, of the bright orange variety, that the meter maids both here and in Rochester use to plaster their tickets on the windshields of misfit cars.
And so, naturally assuming it had been placed on the RPD cruiser and had blown away, I did my civic duty and put it back on his windshield.
It felt oh so good, until I got back to my own car.... and found my drivers' side door handle had been baptized with perhaps the largest dollop of birdshit ever deposited on one of my cars. We're talking peregrine-falcons-nesting-atop-the-Statler birdshit.
Sigh. The gods giveth and the gods taketh away.
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Date: 2010-09-16 01:12 am (UTC)