On the bright side, I don’t think I ever visited the Elkhart Police Department before, and I do like seeing new places.
It’s kind of cute, in a concrete sort of way.
“That will be $10,” the young lady in the tie dye tank top and fuzzy sweater said to me through the glass.
She was pleasant, almost apologetic, as she took my money, as if she was accustomed to irritated customers.
It’s like this. I’ve lived on Brady Street for over five years. I have always parked wherever I felt like parking.
I think Marnell asked me about the parking signs when we first started dating. I’m sure I dismissed his concerns with some lofty and confident reply such as, “Oh, no we can park wherever we want to.”
The other day, I went out to my car and found a yellow ticket under my wiper. Astonished, I snatched it up.
A parking ticket? But this is….
I looked at the card.
ELKHART POLICE DEPARTMENT PARKING ENFORCEMENT DIVISION. You are charged with the violation circled below. Nothing was circled but beside the word “Other”, the enforcer had scrawled, No parking 7-12.
How can I not park on our own street from 7-12?
I squinted at the street sign which I could not read from my car. But when I got closer, I saw it: No parking from 7-12am from March to October on the first Thursday of every month.
So, it turns out that the parking signs actually do apply to the people who live on the street, too.
As I exited the police department, I passed another unfortunate member of the city, walking toward the door with a rectangular yellow paper in his hand. We exchanged sympathetic glances.
I think I need someone to text me on the first Wednesday of every month from now through October. It was maybe worth ten dollars to expand my horizons by taking a field trip to the police department. And I got to meet the pleasant girl with the colorful shirt.
But it won’t be worth $70 to go there seven more times! Not to mention the dire warning on the yellow card that “THE FINE MAY INCREASE TO $50 FOR REPEAT VIOLATIONS.”
What not to do? Ignore your own street signs.