On Thursday I usually leave the apartment before 10:30 in order to catch a prime parking spot as the alternate side regulation is expiring. Today my car was blocked by an SUV owned by a gentleman who runs a nearby nail salon. I wasn't pissed. If the spots all filled up I'd could move the old Hyundai later to avoid tomorrow's regulation and then try again next morning. I passed the time by wiping the salt and dust from the surfaces, using Armorall. Soon the guy showed up and I moved to the prime position. I left the motor running while finishing the task I'd started, then turned it off and moved the crates to my regular nook. As I finished setting up shop, I noticed a traffic agent beside my car. I assumed he was going to give me a ticket for my registration sticker being slightly askew, the last number obscured by the residue of old ones. That typed number doesn't matter anymore, as there is now a bar code on each sticker. The guy scanned it with an electronic device and reached for his stylus. "What's the problem, buddy?" I said, hurrying toward him. He stopped whatever he was about to do and said there was still six minutes left in the alternate side regulation and walked away. "Oh," I said. I'd assumed it was past eleven, and we all know what happens when we assume. In all the years I'd been doing this, I'd never seen an agent come along so late. No doubt the city lost a lot of ticket revenue during the week the regulation was suspended due to the snow storm and had encouraged its agents to pull this sly move. A lot of drivers had done what I had, so he must have scored big on the block. I doubt there is a recall button on the electronic device, so I expect a ticket in the mail soon. He may have finished the task he'd started as he walked away. I'll assume the worst and be happily surprised if I'd acted fast enough to stop the injustice. I haven't had such a ticket, any ticket, in at least five years, possibly ten. The last time it was $55. I assume it's more these days. This sort of chicanery influences my profound cynicism about politics and government. I learned my lesson -- don't trust them; remain seated in the car ready to pull away at the approach of an agent until the clock strikes the hour.
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