My second ticket

I cannot even believe what happened to me today. I kinda knew it was coming, but another part of me said no way. I--the most careful and paranoid girl with stuff like this--got a parking ticket. Not because I was parked in the wrong place, or because I parked in a handicap spot, but because I did not have the correct parking decal for my lot. One tiny triangular sticker that allows me to park my vehicle on this lovely campus.

You know what irritates me the most? Not the fact that the university police--who are oh so useful in ticketing people, as with a girl who got a parking ticket while being parked in the university police parking lot, ironically while she was inside in the police station getting a ticket--she was lucky enough to get out of hers. Not the fact that I'm mad at myself for thinking that they wouldn't enforce the parking for two weeks, like last fall. I'm mad at the exact time they started enforcing the parking rules.

My ticket is very helpful in telling me exactly what I did wrong. It was placed under my windshield wipers so it wouldn't blow away, and thoughtfully turned so that the amount of my payment is facing into the car. That way peepers won't know what I did wrong, as if the big bold black letters on the back saying "parking violation" weren't enough of a clue. I owe $15 dollars for not having enough time to go to the uni. police due to work and classes, and the fact that they're only open from 8-4, which are horrible hours for a busy college student.

The ticket also says the time I was ticketed, which is the part that makes me mad. Apparently they started enforcing parking on the sixth, which was yesterday. The time my ticket was written? 2:45--AM. AM!!!!! Instead of patrolling the grounds to make sure everything was okay, our helpful policeman was placing tickets on windshields to ensure that my money, which I have a severe lack thereof, would go to the college.

The oh so helpful police station office was closed Monday due to the holiday, and even if I had gotten my decal--WAY!!!!! too expensive, even for the cheap, far-away parking lot--yesterday, I still would have had the ticket b/c it came to my beautiful car at 2:45 AM. AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Does anybody else see something wrong with this picture? Or is it just me?

Like a lot of things, it probably is just me, so please forgive me for my rant. I'm just mad I owe $15 that I don't have because I wasn't able to get a parking decal in time. I would drown my sorrows in Oreos--forget my human nutrition class!!!--but unfortunately my money now has to go to the lovely university police station. I would write an angry letter, but I'd probably just be laughed at and posted on the wall (my letter, not me) as an encouragement thing.

I know I'm being horrible--I promise I'm not usually like this. It's just--am. AM!!! Not even normal human hours, but the wee, wee hours of the morning when there's no chance I'd be awake. I need to breathe and start my homework, and tomorrow pay that stupid ticket. I've only had one ticket before, and that was because one of my license plates fell off of my car, and I didn't know it until I was pulled over in Dekalb. Dekalb--population 53. Of all the hick towns around here, I get pulled over in one that if you drive through it and blink you've missed the town. That's another long, LONG story, though...I'll spare you the gruesome details.

Anybody wanna lend me $15? I promise it's for a good cause...