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Parking Meter

Last weekend Stephen and I decided to do something different. We drove 30 miles to a craft fair in a small town. The fair was on the grounds of the courthouse in the middle of downtown within easy walking distance of shops and restaurants. A perfect venue with perfect weather… until we parked the car and found parking meters. I expect to pay for parking in the city, but when I stop in a small town far from the madding crowds, I presume parking will be free.

Because we were there on a Saturday, I didn’t get too worked up because surely patrons wouldn’t be expected to pay for parking on a weekend – right? We sat in the car for a few moments, observing other people inserting coins into their meters so we knew we had to do the same. Cursing like a parrot attached to a drunken pirate, I got out of the car and stomped to the meter. When I saw the charges, I burst out laughing. Not only are the charges ridiculously affordable, the amount of money collected is probably far less than the salary of the person who empties them.

Our total charge was 20 cents for the day. We left early, leaving a whopping 1 cent on the meter. As we left our spot, a big Ford SUV pulled in behind us. I was glad to give them our penny. It felt good to pay it Ford.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

 

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Special Towing

While parked outside of my favorite BBQ restaurant, I noticed this sign:

Patron parking only

Patron parking only

I’ve been to this eatery a million times, parked in front of this sign and never noticed it before. When I saw it, the first thing I thought of was this:

Pizza Towing - apropos for a BBQ joint

Pizza Towing – apropos for a BBQ joint

Sometimes my brain leaves little gifts. When they come, I share them with you.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

Left Behind

When I saw this hilarious text between a mother and her child, I was reminded of a story from my past.

This kind of happened to me

This kind of happened to me

I had an internship at Mutual of Omaha. Nearly 8,000 people worked in the building and there was no parking lot, so drivers parked their cars in surrounding neighborhoods. Depending on when they arrived, the nearest spot could be as far as 8 – 10 blocks away. The best bet was to find another means of transportation to and from work.

My schedule coincided with Stephen’s so he would drop me off and pick me up on his way to and from work. Dropping off was never a problem because I was in the car. However, picking me up was another story.

Because my schedule ended before Stephen’s, I would sit outside and read while waiting for my ride. When I saw him coming, I would pack my things and walk to the curb. Normally, this was a clear signal to stop and pick me up. Except for the day he didn’t. I was waiting in my usual spot, expecting the car to stop at the curb, but on that fateful day, Stephen drove right past me. He just kept driving. We didn’t have cell phones back then, so I stood there stunned, contemplating my next move. I figured I would give him enough time to get home, then go inside and call. However, 10 minutes later he came back to retrieve me.

If we had been able to text back then, I’m sure the conversation would have been similar to the mom who left her kid at Target.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

Dibs on Parking

The city of Chicago has more than 4,000 miles of streets, so it’s no wonder that some neighborhoods aren’t plowed right away following a big snowfall. That means residents are forced to dig out their own cars.

After expending great effort to clear a path, people want to save their parking spot so they don’t have to dig out again. “Dibs” is an unwritten rule and the consequences can be extreme for those who violate it.

Here are a few examples of how people call dibs on their parking spot in Chicago after a big snow storm.

parking1 parking6 parking5 parking4 parking3 parking9 parking8

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

(Photo credits: Chicago Tribune)

The Miracle

Last Sunday started out like any other day. I woke up early, had breakfast and read the Sunday paper. Then everything changed.

I went upstairs to shower and found a miraculous event had occurred in the bathroom sink.

 

Jesus appeared in my sink

Jesus appeared in my sink

I’m not a religious person but felt I had to pay attention when Jesus appeared. I didn’t know what message was being conveyed, but was determined to keep my mind open.

Stephen and I had a lot of errands to run so we decided to get an early start. We had to go to Walmart. We rarely go there because it is always so crowded – and crazy. However, I was amazed when we found a parking spot right up front. It was like God was shining down on me (or up at me from my sink).

See how close we parked?

See how close we parked?

The blessing continued when we entered the store. We were nearly the only customers and didn’t have to wait in a long line to check out.

It was like Walmart opened just for us

It was like a private opening

Even the clerks were in a good mood. A checker watched as I took Stephen’s picture and asked if this was our first trip to Walmart. When we told her why we were capturing the moment, she laughed. We made her day, too!

And to think it all started with an innocent picture of Jesus in my sink.

I must confess that God’s appearance wasn’t a miracle. Stephen did it. I know this because Jesus looked like he was giving me the finger. I don’t think he does that.

Nevertheless, we did experience a miracle that day. Just look where we parked!

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

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