This is what we do for the joy of the King,
For His peaceable Kingdom,
For a world in despair.
And this is why we bring any hope we can give,
Any bread from the table,
Any touch of His hand.
This is what we do.
This is where we go.
This is why we sing.
This is how we live.
This is who we are.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Goody, goody! A parking ticket.

Our parking lot at church yesterday (Thursday, Sept. 18)

I took Lyn to the airport yesterday morning (LAX).  By the time I got to the church, there was NO place to park in our parking lot.  Over 3/4 of the parking lot has been ripped up for construction work. (We'll be parking on dirt this weekend.)  But yesterday, even the "dirt parking" was unavailable.  The women who'd come for their Thursday morning Bible study had taken all the spaces that hadn't been used by staff.  I figured, "No prob.  I'll just park on the street that runs parallel to the building."  The same street I've parked on many times for weekend services.

What I DIDN'T know was that some of our dear neighbors had managed to get a city ordinance passed to keep high school kids from parking on the street between 7am and 4pm Monday-Friday.  (This street doesn't even pass through the residential area, but requires residents-only permits for parking!  Go figure.)  Anyway, the sign announcing this was near the fire hydrant that I made sure to park far, far away from.  Thus my ignorance remained.  

So, after a productive morning, I was ready to treat myself to a sushi lunch.  I crossed the street to my car and saw this little piece of paper stuck under my wiper, its end gently flapping in the breeze. My first thought was that those little Vietnamese-operated nail salons were really on the ball if they were advertising that far away from a strip mall!  To my horror it was a $55 parking ticket. I've gotta say, though, it was a state-of-the-art ticket.  It had all my information, date of the expiration of my registration, etc. all neatly computer printed. (Another reason CA is going down the tube financially, no doubt. If a lowly traffic cop can print out a citation that looks like it was PUBLISHED, for Pete's sake, I suppose my $55 fine makes sense, in a sick sorta way. Heck, it probably should be RAISED!!!) I guess I'm dreaming to try to get out of it.  But I'm gonna try anyway!  

Fifty-five dollars for parking on a wide-open main drag.  Give me a break!!!  (mumble mumble)


Sarah B. said...

Can you expense had nowhere to park for :)

Stacey said...

You go Don!!! I hope you succeed in fighting City Hall!!!

Kristi said...

Oh that's not good. Join the club though. Between Curtis and myself, we have had 5 parking tickets in the past year. Thank you HB.

The Craftypigs said...

HB loves to give tickets. JD got one while we were visiting one weekend. Not because he earned it but because our rental car wouldn't start and we had to wait for the company to fix it. While we waited, we got a ticket for being parked in a 2-hour limit zone. We were there 6. That little beauty cost us $65. You got off lucky. Ride your bike next week. You can park that in your office.

Don said...

Oh, Celeste, I'm so sorry about your ticket. And they made you pay???? Grrrrrrrr.

If I could RIDE a bike, I would certainly heed your advice. I'm one of the 3 non-handicapped people in America who never learned to ride one. (Sigh)