Dear Mr Parking-Ticket-Man

Let me tell you a story...

First day of school today and after class I stopped to talk to a professor I hadn't seen in a very long time. We chatted, hugged and danced a little about my impending graduation. After the little ditty, I walked out to my car and noticed as I squinted a parking patrol jeep hanging out by my car. I put two and two together and realized my meter probably expired two minutes before I walked outside. I began to jog and yell swear words, ran in front of cars that I clearly did not have the right-of-way with and a bumpin' backpack on my back. I get to my car and the parking man walked out of his jeep to put my ticket on my car.

"SERIOUSLY sir?" said me
"Yea, sorry. There is nothing I can do about it now" as he shows me his computer and hands me the ticket.
"There is NOTHING you can do about it now?" I said.
"Nope, nothing."
"I am not taking that ticket, parking man." I said sternly with crossed arms.
Well ma'am, It was literally seconds. You can take it to court if you want." said Mr Parking Man shying away from eye contact.
"How do you sleep at night?" I asked.
"There is nothing I can do about it......"
"FINE, thanks. Have a very slendid, awesometastic, parking-ticket and bank-robbing day!" I said very loudly.
"You too, ma'am." whispered the Parking Man.

So, I was pretty pissed. I called my mom to rant and shake and yell a little. I guess I will just suck up the stupid ticket and pay it.

My real reason for writing this blog, though, is to apologize to that parking man. I was pretty rude and annoying, he was just doing his job. My meter did run out. He probably gets yelled at a lot.

Mr. Parking-Ticket-Man, I am sorry.