Downtown.
Quarter less.
On one of those iforgotmywallet(akamylife) sort of days.
Quarter less.
On one of those iforgotmywallet(akamylife) sort of days.
Here was my internal monologue:
"I'm just meeting a friend, it won't be long."
"No, but you'll be so mad at yourself if you get a parking ticket."
"The longer you sit here and debate, the more time you are wasting."
THAT'S WHEN IT HIT ME: A stroke of genius (and trust me these are few and far between for me), I'd write the parking attendant a note. As per usual my car has miscellaneous things in the center counsel including, but not limited to: chap stick, an old picture of my brother and I, a work name tag, receipts, paper scraps, and a pen.
This is what I wrote, and it worked. Returned to a ticket-less car.
Now I am thinking of saving this for any days like this that might hit me in the future...
Is this a totally terrible thing to do?
You're a genius. Love it.
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