The ticket

After work this morning, I went to the library to pick out new books to read. I was in the library for about a half hour. I walked back to my car to find something on my windshield: a parking ticket.

I was a bit upset because I thought all of the parking in town was free. I was wrong. I managed to park one spot away from the free parking. I didn't pull up into the free spot because the car that was parked next to the open spot was crooked and over the line. I really didn't want that person to hit my car when they backed out so I stayed in my spot. The paid parking spot.

I called the number on the ticket to find out how much it was going to cost me. The lady on the end said it was $15. I didn't have the exact cash to put in the envelope so I wanted to wait until I returned home to see if my husband had change for a $20.

Still mad from the parking ticket, I didn't enjoy my time photographing my favorite cemetery in town. The photos that I took this afternoon weren't terribly exciting because the ticket took me out of it. Also, my dress shoes were getting wet from walking around in the 4-5 inches of snow.

I returned home, woke my husband up and told him that I received a parking ticket at the library. He told me to call the library and see if they validated parking tickets. I called the number and told the woman who answered the phone that I received a parking ticket while I was inside checking out books. She told me to bring the ticket down to the library, they would take care of it. It was so nice to return after lunch with my ticket and hand it over to the library staff. It really made my day and I decided to return to the cemetery Friday morning with boots.