OK, City of Austin - how about twenty?

The first line of today's tirade can be no other than the beginner's complaint you'd expect to hear, after getting a parking ticket:



"FUCK YOU, OFFICER LJ".

Yes, oh-too-cool-for-anything-but-initials meter maid, you caught me. When I parked there this morning, I was perplexed by the signage in the area. As you know, parking near The Drag can be a bitch. So when I saw a sign pointing South exclaiming "NO PARKING", I parked North of it.



Now I know you can't park in front of fire hydrants, but this situation did have me guessing. While I feel like the sign should be like the ten feet North it'd need to be to not confuse people.

I'm sure it's a revenue generator? How about some a Jackson?

So, um, I guess you just rinse them out a few times?

Looking closer one day, I noticed a nice place to sit and rest. The convenience store clerk seemed like a nice enough guy, the son of a nice enough family trying to make ends meet in beautiful Austin, Texas. Then I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes

I saw a sign

It reads something along the lines of

CONTAINERS FOR SALE
55 GL. - $15
30 - $10
15 - $7
5 - $5

CONTAINED CAR WASH CHEMICALS - NOT FOR DRINKING WATER

and the last line:

CASH ONLY [emphasis]






Plainly visible on the vessel label, a friendly:


If you're not upset yet, you're probably not paying attention.

Night night, ACL!