parking ticket poem – michael jarmer

Almost nothing elseangers me like a parking ticket. Stopped for coffee with a friendand in that hour or lesssome gutless park patrol personswings by and slaps the ticketin the windshield under the wiper. I’m mad. It makes for a very expensivecup of coffee, perhaps the most expensive cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I’mContinue reading “#487: On Getting a Parking Ticket”