ticket-guilt relieved!

i got a parking ticket the other day. just forgot to feed the meter when i went into the coffee shop.

it's pretty clear something's wrong when my first reaction to seeing that neon pink slip under my windshield wiper is "Yesss..."

you are wondering why, i am sure. well, in explanation, i think it's the same mentality of an escaped convict who's been running from The Law for a long, long time. it's just kind of a relief when they do catch up to him...the pressure is released and he can relax.

no, i'm not running from the law...per se.

here's my confession, blog-friends. i myself feel much like that convict, as i have been parking in a 2-hour slot for 8 hours at a time every day for nearly a year, and never moving my car (there aren't any meters), and not getting ANY tickets. yes, i am vaguely proud of the fact, but naturally i am always looking over my shoulder to see if the ticket-nazi is chasing me in her little golf-cart-SUV. i feel slightly guilty that i probably owe the city my firstborn in back fines (i mean, i would if they'd given me all the tickets i deserve). but now that i got just one, i feel a little better. at least i will be able to sleep tonight. if i remember to pay it....