Your “Valley Girl”

Kathy and Paul too (he’s from Brooklyn !!)

While I was employed with our local government, parking for employees was never a luxury. We, like everyone else, parked in spaces that required feeding a meter every 2 hours. You can imagine how difficult it was for me to “feed” the meter every 2 hours when I got busy doing my job. Therefore, after a long day, I would walk to my car, unlock the door, throw my purse and what have you on the seat, reach across the windshield and angrily grab the “parking coupon” from under the wiper and throw it in the glove compartment to add to the already hundreds that had been stored in there for months. Well, after months and months of adding to my collection, the day of reckoning came knocking. While I was stationed at my desk working away like the dutiful employee I was, a police officer entered the office, approached a co-workers desk, asked if a person by the name of “Jeanette” was there and could he speak to her. After overhearing this conversation, I quietly rose up from my desk, passed by the officer, literally ran down the hallway, entered the womens facility and stayed there until i thought the coast was clear. He left, I came out of hiding, went back to my office, spoke with my co-worker to find out why he was asking for me (as if I didn’t know) and was told he was there to arrest me for outstanding parking tickets. At that time, once the ticket was issued, you had 15 days to pay the $1.00. After 15 days, the ticket cost went to $5.00 then 15 days after that, it rose to a whopping $50.00. So,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,with the hundreds that were in cold storage in my glove compartment for months, ended up costing thousands. I had no recourse but to appear before the magistrate, cry poor and give him the big sob story about how i was a single Mom, working hard to make ends meet. Luckily, he felt so sorry for me, he dismissed the tickets, warned me to never appear before him again, feed the meter every 2 hours and he would let me go (this time). Moral of the story,,,,,,,,,,,,when given a second chance, make the best of it and don’t let the person down that gave you the break. I never let it happen again, I fed the meter like a good girl and didn’t have to break the legs of the “meter maide”.

Hope you got a laugh,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s funny now but it sure wasn’t at the time.

Take care,,,,,,,,,,,,all the best to you and Heidi.

Jeanette
Bucket Lady

Elegant Night… I’m going to keep my tradition of being me. I’m happy you say many still choose to be formal, but as I don’t cruise until September, we’ll see if things have lessened by then. I pray not. But I know I’ll still enjoy my evening and dinner… Just don’t go to free range eating… At least let me get to know my table mates. What a joy it is to meet someone, or have an unsual mate as entertainment, and know that I will see them again to share a meal and conversation.

Bubba’s postings have been wonderful. He’s a HOOT! A little silly. a little proper and lots of energy!!! Thanks for his glimpses of Alaska.

And my sympathies… Your beautifully, cleaned auto… Oh how Murphy has been enjoying your soul… OK BLOGGERS… if we all say a prayer for John… Let’s all agree that Murphy must give John a break!! We need to send him packing… over to batgirl, or a CD on another cruise line, not to be mentions but is not one of the Sisters…

John, again, I’m tardy in posting, but have been reading daily!!!
Lambie