January 11, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
Yesterday I went to, SURPRISE! Tarzhay. Did the usual weekly shopping, except this time I did it on a Sunday. I figured, it’s cold! Bugaboo needs an outing! I can go get the scripts, paper products and socks. It’ll chew up some time, right?
So off we went. I parked in the usual place I park with Bugaboo. Handicapped parking. We have a real, legal placard. He qualifies for one and is perfectly entitled to it. I never, EVER park there without him, even with the placard. Hello! I’m a special ed teacher! We don’t park there unless we have to! I don’t even use the handicapped stall in public restrooms, unless he is with me and we NEED to.
Into the store we went. Except. The placard must have fallen down. Or I didn’t put it up right. Or something. Because I returned to my car, pulled away, got home.
And noticed a flash of orange on the windshield. Oh bugger, not another freaking weight loss flyer! EGADS!
Nope. A ticket. A parking ticket. For parking in handicapped parking. With no visible placard. WHISKEY, TANGO, FOXTROT???
I looked down. The placard was hanging on the gear shift. Clearly visible if a cop looked in my window. My guess is, he didn’t. He just noticed I was in a blue spot, wrote the ticket, put it on my windshield and walked away.
The best part? I could fight it. But the court costs are about $30-$40 dollars. For a $20 ticket. So, guess what I’ll be remembering to put on the rearview mirror for now on when Bugaboo is with me?
No Goodwill trip for me this week. Boo.