Blog Your Blessings: Parking Meters

The City of Waterbury used to top my list of charities. It seemed every time I parked in the Brass City, the meter police would find me within a nanosecond of my coins running out and nail me for $10. I couldn't run out of the car to return a library book or drop a letter without returning to find an envelope under my wiper. This was a regular event before I wised up. So I had a nice little laugh when I came across this good old-fashioned graffito on a meter at the bottom of Church Street on Thursday.

The sentiment made me smile--St. John's Church sits alongside this meter--and the audacity of the thing made me laugh. I tried to imagine someone casually sliding a Sharpie or Marks-a-Lot out of his pocket to neatly pen this message to the City at a very busy, well-policed intersection. How do you write this while impersonating a law-abiding citizen in search of a quarter?

I don't see much of this graffiti anymore unless I open up one of Nigel Rees's amusing old books. Light moments like these are always blessings.

It's nice to know, too, that someone with a sense of humor and a marker is looking out for the church!

Anybody know if the meter police work on Sundays?

Comments

  1. Anonymous7:34 PM

    Some people clearly have talents that I lack!
    Best wishes

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  2. Anonymous7:33 AM

    The meter folk are everywhere (nearly all the time). Score one for the quarterless!

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  3. Heh heh heh... Okay, that's fairly clever... it would be cleverer still if they actually noticed and did something about it... but somehow, I doubt they will. *Sigh* Parking officials suck.

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  4. Anonymous10:33 AM

    Now that is funny!

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  5. Anonymous12:23 PM

    That bought a huge smile to my face.

    Happy BYB Sunday and have a great week.

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  6. Anonymous2:09 PM

    They took all the meters out of the downtown area in my town. Now the meter maids have to mark the tires with a chalk marker and come back in two hours to write the ticket. If you do not pay your fines, they put a boot on your wheel so your car won't move.

    My zip code is 78666. There is always a moment of silence when I give my zip over the phone. A few have gone weeeooooo-oo-oo (like Twilight Zone). I have not had anyone cross their fingers at me yet.

    Have a great week.

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  7. This is funny! Mahalo for sharing! My new post is up, and I'm back in the blog saddle again--at least for one post! :-) Happy BYB Sunday!

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