a letter

dearest parking enforcement,

seriously, don't you have anything better to do?

you ruined my day.

in fact, you have ruined several within the past few years.

i can no longer count the number of parking tickets i have received on both hands...

all i wanted was a d*** coffee. 

i was in the coffee shop for less than three minutes 

(1. there was no line & 2. i got drip coffee, thus requiring zero preparation).

and somehow, within those three minutes, i end up with a $53 parking ticket.

i neeeeeeeeed those $53 right now.

that could buy me groceries;

it would pay for my transportation for two weeks;

it is eight frozen yogurt dates;

$53 is my portion of the comcast bill.

see? that money could be put to better use.

i may cry as i write and send off those precious $53.

you know what bothers me most?

i was walking out to my car and unlocking it, AS YOU WROTE THE TICKET!

come on! can't you give a girl a break?

today was a bad day.

hoping, wishing, and praying that tomorrow is better.

good night.

xoxo,

angry girl.

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