85. No Parking Means No Parking
I’m moving out of my apartment this week, and I rented one of those curbside drop-off/pick-up moving crates. My city requires that you get a permit for the street ($40) and provides ‘no parking’ signs so the crate can be loaded and unloaded.
I hung the no parking signs along my designated space well before the crate arrived. Lo and behold, some student with out-of-state plates parks in my space. I call the cops, and they ticket the car.
After my crate arrives, the car returns and parks again in the no parking zone. At the same time a landscaping company sets up a no-parking zone overlapping my zone.
Now there are multiple no parking signs tacked up by the offending car. The landscapers are angry, as the car is in their way, so we hatch a plan together. Since we both have permits for no parking zones, we both call the cops separately.
The offending car ends up with several more tickets. Additionally, I flag down a meter maid and let them know that the car has been in the spot for more than two hours (limit for non residents). Another $40 ticket.
By the end of the day, this dumb student had five tickets on his windshield. No parking means no parking!