Flashes of Panic

I was in Northampton yesterday to figure out what’s wrong with my left hip. (Diagnosis: I’m very tight in my psoas, piriformis, and a very short muscle with a three-word name and three-letter abbreviation I can’t remember.) Leaving the office, I was told to walk around a bit (like a lap around the block) rather than just sitting right down in my car.

Consequently, I arrived at my car just after the parking ticket was placed under the wiper. I guess I earned this one, since I was 15 or 20 minutes over the time, unlike my last parking ticket, where I was busted for being five minutes over time. Also, at least this time it was a parking meter, so the meter reader didn’t know how long I’d been over time; the previous ticket involved a time-stamped pass, so they knew my pass had only just expired when they ticketed me.

Plus, this is only a $10 ticket, and I can pay it online. It’s as though they’re trying to be punitive as agreeably as possible.

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