When I was home in Boise a few weeks ago I had quite the time trying to get my haircut. I had to reschedule my appointment 4 times for various reasons. And when I finally made it to my appointment I was completely focused on whether or not I was going to be able to explain to my hairstylist how I wanted my haircut that I parked Dad's car and walked into the salon without feeding the parking meter.
It didn't even occur to me to pay the meter until I was walking out of the salon about an hour later. And as I walked to the car I said to myself, gosh, I hope I didn't get a ticket. But, of course I did.
And I put it to great use later that day cleaning out the snare drum for my nephew's graduation display. Parking should be free. Always.
hee hee
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