It was pouring when I got home from work today and found a parking spot right near my house, so I grabbed the dog and figured I'd put money in the meter after I take her for a quick walk. I walked passed my car again like 2 minutes later while dragging the dog around the block in the rain, which she hates, and saw the parking meter person standing next to my car, talking to a guy in a tow truck. Apparently my luck sucked so bad today that in the two minutes I was gone, the meter person was giving out tickets, ran my plate and saw that I had 3 outstanding parking tickets, which meant that he planned on having the car towed. I ran over (in the rain, mind you) and was all, I'll put money in the meter, which is when he told me that he had to tow my car. I talked him into letting me go inside to get my credit card and call the touch-holes over at parking authority to pay the fines. Then I started thinking that I only had two outstanding tickets, one for $6.50 and one for $10. But no. If you ever have to do math in Vermont, 10+6.50=$74. Good to know.

And they won't even send me a receipt.

On the plus side (Super Plus side?), I got my new computer this weekend and I think I'm in love with it.

My dog has kennel cough. She probably caught it from me.

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