The Meter Maid
One of the neighbors of the tanning salon where I work is in hospice care. He has very little time left.
On street cleaning day he would always stand outside his car, looking for the street cleaner to see if they were coming or had passed already. It was actually kind of funny to watch this routine twice a week, which included Harry stepping into the street and looking up Noe St., then stepping back to the curb (about 10 times).
Today was street cleaning day, and his car was parked on the side to be swept. I saw the DPT cart pull up and start to write a ticket for his vehicle. I ran across the street to kindly ask the meter maid to not write him a ticket- that the owner is in hospice care and about to transition from this earth. The meter maid put his electronic ticket writing pad down and with a sigh and a look of sympathy said: "Ok. Let the hospice nurse know she needs to move the car on fridays," and he put the cart in drive and took off to ticket another vehicle.
The street cleaner came seconds later.
On street cleaning day he would always stand outside his car, looking for the street cleaner to see if they were coming or had passed already. It was actually kind of funny to watch this routine twice a week, which included Harry stepping into the street and looking up Noe St., then stepping back to the curb (about 10 times).
Today was street cleaning day, and his car was parked on the side to be swept. I saw the DPT cart pull up and start to write a ticket for his vehicle. I ran across the street to kindly ask the meter maid to not write him a ticket- that the owner is in hospice care and about to transition from this earth. The meter maid put his electronic ticket writing pad down and with a sigh and a look of sympathy said: "Ok. Let the hospice nurse know she needs to move the car on fridays," and he put the cart in drive and took off to ticket another vehicle.
The street cleaner came seconds later.