The very day after I wrote my parking meter screed, I parked on the street downtown. I was worried that I was running out of time, so I tried to feed it a little extra money to keep the good times rolling.
But can you guess what happened?
Instead of adding more time to the time I had left, the meter re-set and started all over again, which meant I had less time on the meter than I had when I started.
I started screaming in the streets right then, just like Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Desire.
Only I wasn't yelling "Stella." Because I don't know anyone named Stella.
And anyway that would have just been weird.