From your friendly parking officer

Another busy morning, dash into the hostel to grab fresh clothes and a quick shower before the morning's first appointment. If I'm early there's parking on the street. There's always change in the ashtray. Run in run out, deadline printed across the receipt on the dash.

Coming back out, something on the windshield. Gotta be a flyer, to big for a ticket. Plenty of time left, right? Thought I was ahead of the game.

So it was a relatively pleasant surprise.

So how's the boat doing?

Don't Ask.