UPDATE — I had a few minutes to kill this morning between meetings so I called the number on the back of my ticket again. This time somebody screwed up and answered the phone. Naturally it was a non-English speaker so I had to act like a jackass to get to the supervisor. I had a pleasant conversation with a respectable young man that told me he would look into my problem and call back.

Which he did.  I just got off the phone with the meter maid-man supervisor and he did the right thing by sticking up for his employee.  Not every boss will do that when faced with a complaint, so good for him.  Nice to see some leadership from a public employee.  Of course that didn’t fix my problem so he went ahead and changed my ticket to a warning.  It was the right thing to do after all.

I save $25 and get to feel vindicated.  His meter maid-man respects his boss for sticking up for him. So everything worked out for the best.

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I had to trek over to Crystal City for a meeting yesterday and parked out on the street. Normally that’s no big deal. I walked out of my meeting to see the Arlington County parking cop standing about two cars away from mine. Still, not a big deal. Until I got to my ride and saw the green envelope under my windshield wiper. The dick wad had left me a ticket.

It’s hard to see in the picture but he had written the ticket literally three minutes before I got to the car. And the real crock of shit in the whole deal is I still had six minutes left on the meter when I got the ticket. I tried to catch up to the dick wad and explain that to him, but he just smiled as he got in his truck and drove away.

I get the feeling that he really didn’t give a crap about being right or wrong. He just wanted to meet his quota and move on down the road. Naturally there’s no one that you can call and talk to about something like this, only a voice mail system that will never be checked. My internal debate is weather or not to take a day off work and fight it in court, or just pay the damned fine and hope karma kicks the meter maid-man’s ass some where down the line.