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?
13 October, 2009
02 October, 2009
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!