One of the first photo’s I took with a digital camera was of a parking meter. I can’t tell you why, or why I remember this but I do. I got a parking ticket in Yonkers a few weeks ago. I put 2 hours in and when I came back in 45 minutes I had a ticket and the meter was expired.
“Why should I care?” you ask? You shouldn’t! But I’m writing about it on the internet anyway. The long and short is: I called a number told them it was broken, they took my info, I called back a week later, and they told me it wasn’t broken, and that I had to pay the ticket or go to court over it.
I was furious. Not because of the ticket. I get tickets all the time, but because I have no way to prove anything, except for a roll of quarters that’s two dollars short. So my only option is to pay the stupid forty five bucks or waste a day in court to say its broken, and then have to pay it anyway.
What’s the significance of any of this? Why am I typing a junior high school essay about it? Because I took a photo of a handsome parking meter today, and its quick free association.