Well. When I went to the hospital many moons ago...or a month, whichever...I did not think I would be staying long. I drove around a bit trying to decide where to park; I didn't really consider myself to be an emergency, so that was out, nor am I a visitor or a physician. That left only the street for parking. So I parked, smiling to myself that it was late enough that I didn't have to pay the meter. Then, well, I ended up staying for 2.5 weeks. I was able to get my car moved the next day, but it already had a ticket on it. Not for an expired meter, as you might expect, but for being parked overnight on the street in the winter, which as you know is strictly verboten here in the Maritimes.
I sort of forgot about it, since I never actually saw the ticket myself, until I got a friendly reminder from the City, telling me that if I didn't pay within 30 days of the violation, I'd get another notice and the fine would go up. No good. So, today, day 29 I think, haha, I call to pay my fine. Just on a whim, I ask the woman if I can possibly talk to someone about the ticket, since it was really unavoidable. It's $30, after all. She says sure, and sends me to the commissionaire. He's a super nice guy. I explain to him exactly what happened, that I know very well not to park on the street, but I didn't know where else to park, and didn't think I'd be staying for any length of time. He agreed that there was very little else I could have done, and changed the ticket to a warning.
Happy camper. I was fully prepared for them to tell me to shove it, but they didn't. That was nice of them.
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