So last night Jersey and I roadtripped it up to Griffin to see my favorite band, Rehab, play. Before the show we headed up to Atlanta and had dinner at The Vortex (drove by Tangerine's restaurant as we were leaving, actually, so I waved and said "Hi, Tangerine" as we drove past...don't even know if he was there or not, LOL). Anyway, we're waiting for our table at The Vortex and it hits me that I think it just might have said "15 minute parking" at the spot I parked in. At this point it's been a total of 23 minutes, so I tell Jersey I'm going to go out and check on my car and move it b/c I think I'm parked in 15 minute parking. I walk out and the little parking guy is standing next to my car...and this is what I find.

Ugh!!! So, yeah, $75 later I've certainly learned my lesson. My gut reaction was to beg him to give me a break of some kind but I figure A) He's heard it all already and B) it was my fault anyway, even if it WAS just 8 extra minutes. So I paid the $75, got the boot removed, and decided to laugh about it and enjoy the rest of my night. Oh well...so much for buying that elliptical I wanted.

Ugh!!! So, yeah, $75 later I've certainly learned my lesson. My gut reaction was to beg him to give me a break of some kind but I figure A) He's heard it all already and B) it was my fault anyway, even if it WAS just 8 extra minutes. So I paid the $75, got the boot removed, and decided to laugh about it and enjoy the rest of my night. Oh well...so much for buying that elliptical I wanted.