How does she do it?

About a month ago, after a long day at Planet Forward, Allison and I drove back to her apartment to relax before she had to go to work/my dinner date with Brian. I drove, and parked as close as I could to the apartment house.

Now, I remembered that there was a big area marked "No Parking" near where my car was, and made sure to avoid it despite the heavy amount of snow covering the ground. I mean, they never plow her street, so really you're lucky if you can even figure out where the sidewalk is, let alone a "No Parking" zone.

So we went back up to her apartment, watched an hour of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, then headed our separate ways. It wasn't until three hours later, when I was leaving Brian's house that I saw the BIG GREEN PARKING TICKET. Holy poop!

I started taking pictures, and shouted "Handicapped parking?!? This isn't a handicapped spot! 5:30?!? I wasn't even parked here until 7! **** St?!? This isn't...........ooo this was from before. Crap."

Long story short, while avoiding the "No Parking" zone, I parked in a  handicapped spot, and got caught. $100 ticket.

Per request of Henry, I decided instead of paying the money and forgetting about it, I would fight it.

So here we are, over a month later, and I just got out of court with the results. DISMISSED!

How, I still ask, did I get out of this? Well, I'm lucky, really freaking lucky. When I got there, there were over a hundred people there and I had to sit through every......single........ticket appeal. First was speeding tickets. Hour and a half later, they were done. Next was parking, but wait! The cop has to go somewhere, so let's do the trial of another parking ticket now. (At this point I'd like to note that the medium chai I had was coming back to haunt me.)

So cross legged, the parking ticket portion of the night began, and again, I waited as every......single.......person went before me. I was the last to stand before the judge.

"Handicapped parking, eh?' she said. "You screwed up, didn't you?"

I wanted to cry. I was shaking, I don't have $100. 

"Yes. I didn't realize this was a handicapped parking spot and it was snowing and it was dark and  I was really dumb and didn't pay attention and I'm really sorry I promise it won't happen again.......*breath*"

I really think all it came down to was the fact that I sat there for two hours. If I was one of the first to go, I would have been laughed at and sent along. I would have also been short $100 that I never had. But nope, I'm one lucky chick. I don't even know how I pull things like this off sometimes, but I'm not complaining. 

So, even though as a kid I complained all the time about how I hated how my last name started with a "W" and how I was always last to be called on, for once it paid off.

So, the moral of my story: The letter "W" is pretty cool.

Also, Fuckin' PAY ATTENTION TO HANDICAPPED PARKING SIGNS!

........you may not be so lucky next time Gaga.