Okay, fine. I don’t have ten reasons.
And, it appears, I don’t have ANY reasons at all for failing to pay the parking meter.
The truth is, I plain forgot. I was going to get my hair cut. I parked my car. I got out of my car, and walked away. No, I don’t know what I was thinking. I may have lost my head. Perhaps I left it in the back seat of the car? If it weren’t for the fact that nobody looked or acted in anyway alarmed when I entered the hair salon, I might have bought that excuse myself. As it was, not one single person screamed “Oh. My. God! That woman is missing her head! You can’t cut hair on a headless woman!”
It was only AFTER I got my hair cut (and highlighted!), as I was walking back toward my car that I thought about the meter at all. “Hmmm… I wonder how much time I’ve got left on the parking meter?”
And that’s when it hit me. I didn’t have ANY time left on the meter, because I hadn’t bought any time.
I started to walk faster, hoping to get a glimpse of my windshield, hoping against hope that it would be clear, that I wouldn’t have received a parking ticket. But luck was not on my side.
The cost of a good hair cut and highlights? Priceless.
The cost of forgetting to feed the parking meter? $23.00 dollars my friends. $23.00.