The last time I was down at Shala X, I walked out into the sunshine to find that my car was sporting not one, but two, parking tickets. Ah, the NYC Traffic Police Force. Gotta love them, and they me. So of what did I stand accused? Of parking my SUV in a crosswalk, and of parking too close to a fire hydrant.
What galled me about this was simple: I was guilty of neither. And lucky for me, I had my trusty camera to prove it. One 41 cent stamp later, I was fighting for my right to park in the East Village. One month later, the verdict arrived in the mail. NOT GUILTY.
Applicable Fine: $115
Fee Payable by Defendant: $0
Time spent by me in court: 0 hours, 0 minutes and 0 seconds
Heh. Suckas….: Priceless