I woke up this morning to find a parking ticket on my windshield. Last night, as I was doing absolutely nothing, I decided I was too busy to go out and grab some dinner. I had some left over pizza in the fridge so I decided to microwave it and stay home. Although I have lived in the house for eight years and intimately know the street cleaning schedule, I forgot my car was parked on the Thursday street. Good morning. Forty-five dollars, please.

It helped me remember when Billy, newly laid off, forgot his car in almost exactly the same spot and got a ticket. I grabbed the chance to wave the ticket in his face and dramatically write out a check to pay for it. It's not like he didn't already feel awful about the ticket and especially not having the money to pay for it. It was just a good opportunity for me to help him feel worse about it.

This morning, I gave myself a good, swift kick in the memory nuts and continued to walk Bob.

Current Mood: guilty
Current Music: Dr. Laura - KFI