While I was away I got a few very strange parking tickets on my car for not having a permit, when I actually and somewhat legitimately do have one. So, like a responsible citizen it’s off to the Ministry of Transportation and Parking to solve the problem.
Having read too much Harry Potter I really expected the Ministry to be a place of business looking very serious, yet inviting and whimsical, much like this -
However, I was greeted with this -
Disappointing indeed. What was more disappointing is that by some force of strange dark magic, my H4 shut off after only a few seconds of me recording my chat with the attendant. * In order to recompense for my lack of preparedness
against these evil arts I took this picture instead. She was confused, and so was I.**
Apparently I have a court date in 2011. Excellent.
Anyway, here’s a clip of something that started birthing today that I think will be somewhat entertaining a little whays down the road.
*my batteries died.I’m a bonehead. With an over active imagination for excuses.
** the lady was intimidating a really mean to the man who went before me, but then very nice and helpful to me. Just had to clarify that I don’t think she’s incompetent, just didn’t know what to do. It happens.