I ran out of change for the parking meter near the library yesterday. Instead of scouring under the seats for quarters, I opted to leave the lot for the library. Nine degrees will have that effect on a patron. I figured it would have that effect on a meter maid, too. Surely, if every public servant operated with the fervency of the uniformed tax collector, government would be more efficient than Henry Ford's assembly line. But when Thunder Bay's weather vacations in New England, even the local meter maids crave the comfort of their cars to writing tickets to feed the state's gluttonous appetite. After a lengthy day at the office, which I share with other bookworms and the local homeless, I returned to a parking meter reading "00" and a car sans ticket. My windshield affirmed my windchill theory. The Arctic cold has its charms.
I remember parking my car near the Holocaust Museum on a Saturday morning, and trying to get change from one of the asian street vendors. I told her why I needed it, and she just laughed at me, "Oh, they don't work today!". To which I replied that the sign said, Mon-Sat. She agreed, but said that they all just take the day off on Saturday. Knowing how the DC locals roll helps too.
I strongly suspect you have a lesser chance of a speeding ticket if it's raining. A prejudice of mine I suppose.
But when Thunder Bay's weather vacations in New England, even the local meter maids crave the comfort of their cars to writing tickets to feed the state's gluttonous appetite.
The state may have a gluttonous appetite, but the municipality which meters parking is attempting to ration a scarce commodity. Congestion pricing: rational, efficient, and raises so many hackles it is liberally employed only in Singapore. Put your quarters in, ride the bus, or make fewer trips.
Pay your tolls, pay your auto registration fees, and accept the effect of a generous excise on gasoline on the price thereof. The cost of motoring around is properly paid by people in their capacity as motorists, not property holders or general consumers (much less income earners).
The powers that be go where the money is spent for, what have become, necessities.
The onerous costs of owning and operating a motor vehicle are increased by the State on a whim. Revenue derived from fuel, documentation, storage, sales is a favorite cash cow for local and state governments.
Especially here in the Republic. Comrade.