For the last year, I’ve picked up Mallie Bee on the same street. Every day, 2:45. Usually around one of these signs posted on the street. I’ve got the company of other parents, as well, and a new mom asked me if it was o.k. to pick up there considering the signs. Sure thing, I said, nobody cares. Nobody cared until a couple of days later when the Popo pulled up next to me and said…..
Ma’am you can’t park here. Oh, I can’t?
Do you see the signs? I do, Officer, but I’m not parking.
Ma’am, you’ll have to move, we’re trying to prevent cars from getting stacked up. You mean all five of them.
You can park one block over, but not here. And the difference would be?
The difference would be that there aren’t any no parking signs there like the one right in front of you. Duly noted, Deputy Fife.
Eight no parking signs on a residential side street kicking everybody out where a current or former president does not live. Overkill, City Council, overkill. I told the Beester we’ll give it a couple of weeks and lay low and then I’ll go back to picking her up in the usual spot. The Popo may have the stinkin’ badges, but I’ve got my stinkin’ rights and pay my stinkin’ taxes. Just like the Tea Party, I’m going to start a movement and parking rules are just the tip of the iceberg.