A friend and I grabbed dinner and a beer after going for a swim last night. We had a delicious meal at Library Ale House in Santa Monica; the Allagash Black was SO much better than Guinness, and I don’t even like dark beer! But when we returned to her car, tucked under the windshield wiper was a parking ticket. Blurg!
We had both forgotten to put money in the meter before going to dinner. Perhaps this was karma coming back to bite me in the a– after I declared Tuesday that to avoid parking tickets all one had to do was “put one extra quarter into the meter.” Actually, avoiding fines also requires having the presence of mind to fill the meter.
My friend and I grumbled over the parking ticket but I made no offer to split it with her.
UPDATE: Just wanted to let you all know that I gave my friend $20 to cover half of the parking ticket. It took her a second to figure out why I was handing over the cash. “My readers are keeping me honest,” I told her. She smiled and thanked me, adding that it was not necessary. But it was the right thing to do, however belated.