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Originally Posted by kristin1
I live in Ridgewood, I'm afraid to admit. It DOES happen. Seriously, what else could possibly keep them busy in this town? I'm sorry it happened to you!
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I remember one time I was in a municipal parking lot in Ridgewood, I was in a business at the time where I serviced coin-operated equipment. I was just finishing my call, and arrived at my parking spot with a toolbag in one hand, and a bag of quarters in the other hand. It was a hot day, I'd walked about six blocks. My arms felt like rubber bands. Anyway, my arrival at my car coincided with a municipal worker who wrote tickets for overtime violations in the parking lot. My time was expired, and I knew it was, but I knew it wasn't by much. I was putting my toolbag and the money in the back of the car, and was getting in the car ready to go, the employee obviously saw I was leaving, and began to write out a ticket without even acknowledging me as I loaded the toolbag into the car. Perceiving this as complete arrogance, I told him I was on my way, and he ignored me, and finished up just as I was putting my car in gear, he put the ticket on the windshield wiper of the car. He began to saunter over to the next overtime meter, and I told him that he saw me leaving, etc. The entire time, he did not say one word to me, as I followed him over to the next car. Finally I said to him, "Fine if that's the way you want it, no problem." I pulled the car back into my spot, then proceeded to open the back of my trunk, and scoop two fistfuls of quarters out the coin bag I brought with me, and proceeded to start putting in a quarter for each overtime meter, in plain view of him. That's when he started to talk. A lot. He instantaneously went from very aloof to very pissed off. He kept saying "I want your name. You give me your name!" And I continued to ignore him, and went down the line and went to every overtime meter in the parking lot, while he was screaming at me two steps behind me the entire time. Then I proceeded to go out onto the street, and fill every overtime meter on the street. He then said he was going to get the police. This did not frighten me. I continued to feed the meters while he was scurrying off. I must have filled every meter within 3 blocks of the municipal parking lot. I've never felt more satisified. Ironically, the guy never came back. Someone at the station must have told him that I was doing nothing wrong.