spring
It's officially spring, according to the calendar. But outside, it's gray and mucky, with leafless trees still lining the streets. The streets are awash in black grime from the day before's rain, and the city just looks appallingly un-spring like. I was at the post office earlier trying to snail mail some stuff, and I had no choice but to park in the bus stop zone, because a)there is never enough parking spots in Jersey City and b)I and a million others have done it a million times before; I just need to pop in, mail this stuff and I'll be right out. Well, if it hadn't been for the woman who asked me for spare change as I was entering the post office whom I duly ignored because a)I never have spare change because b)I'm a plastic pusher because it just simplifies things to never have cash around aside from the fact that I get 1.7% cash back for each transaction, I'd be holding a parking ticket charging me $30 or upwards. You see, she popped into the post office asking "Whose biege car is that outside? You're getting a ticket". My car is not beige. It's gold. But as I parked into the bus stop zone earlier, I had misgivings whereas any other day, I would have no qualms parking there. I knew she was talking about my car (which has on occasion been also called "brown") so I ran outside to see a police officer writing on his pad looking ever so glum as the weather. I rushed to him looking like in a big hurry to leave and I reminded him, "I was just leaving!" He threw me a couple of contemptible eyeballs and I realized I left Dylan inside the post office in the haste to ward off a ticket I had no intention in the world to pay. He kept his eyeballs contemptible and continued to scribble on his ticket pad and said glumly, "You parked on a bus stop." I had no rebuttal as I ran back to the post office to find some nice lady holding Dylan's hand. I quickly thanked her and ran back to the car to realize my statement about just leaving. I ushered the boy into his car seat and when I popped back out of the car, the cop had left. I checked the wipers for a stuck piece of paper, but there was nothing anywhere. I looked across the street and saw his squad car and he, sitting ever so dismal in the driver's seat. I left in a hurry and made my way to a MikeyD's as I promised Dylan a Happy Meal before we left the house. I didn't get to mail my packages, but for a mucky day, it turned out that three people had worked together unknowingly so that I didn't have to spend more than five bucks today. So, uh, thanks I guess?
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