I fought City Hall.... to a draw:P

You might remember- oh hell, you don't, but here's a link to it- that getting outta here for my Road Trip last month was a major PITA. I couldn't leave for Points East until delivering documents to two offices on that final morning, and the deliveries, on a Bad Hair Parking Day, resulted in three different bitchouts at me to move my car from illegal parking spots. I reported at the time, though, that I'd escaped all three of them unscathed.

Or not, as it turned out.

Monday's mail brought notice of an impending default on a "ticket" supposedly delivered to me, at the third of those stops, by one L. Rita, Meter Maid, who I'd encountered on my way into my second delivery in her goofy little golf cart, and who was gesticulating wildly at my car, not two minutes later, once I returned empty-handed from it. Arright, arright, I'll move the damn thing, I called out to her as she leaned over my windshield. That moment was apparently enough to capture my registration barcode, and I was now suddenly facing a doubling of the fine on account of not answering the undelivered summons.

I had other business downtown today, so I paid for plenty of parking and made it my business to contest the charges in the bowels of City Hall.

Unlike several prior occasions over the past few years, there was a queue.  Hear now the even more egregious tales of those in line before me:

( Defendant the first.... )

( Our next contestant.... )

( Moving right along.... )

( Which will bring us back to DOH! )

There's no-one left alive - must be draw.
So the blackcap barons toss a coin to settle the score.

Much as I'm tempted to just join the other jamoches in the Bend Over Here It Comes Again line, I have the form for her to sign, we have a friend who will notarize the !@#% form on Sunday, and next time I'm down there I will shoot at it-all again.  By the third or fourth time, I'll probably have a book's worth of hideous stories about city life that will more than cover the ultimate fine if I lose:P