Parking ticket please.

Man, I could really go for a parking ticket right about now.

Perhaps I should explain.  On a Saturday in early March of this year, a newly licensed Chris took a friend (that was a girl, but not a girlfriend!) to White Rock for ice cream, a walk, whatever.  He came home with a parking ticket.  When asked about it, he mumbled stuff about stupid parking meters, coins, and something about it wasn’t working.  Ok, sure.  My ‘Dad sense’ was thinking more that he hadn’t used the pay meters before, he’s there with a girl and he was definitely not going to take the time to figure it out at that moment.  Chris Friesen don’t pay…was a favourite expression of his!!  In fact we learned that he usually ‘borrowed’ a sandwich at School ‘er day’ (that means ‘every day’) from his pal Cooper.  Sorry Cooper… if you’d ever like us to make you a sandwich, just come on over!!  In any event, the parking ticket was simply another one of those funny teenage moments that you learn from.  Not a big deal.  The next day, Ingrid wrote a note to the City of White Rock asking for reconsideration of this young driver’s folly…along with the payment in case they didn’t buy the argument!  We’re still waiting for a reply White Rock…

So you see where I’m going?  I’d love to see a parking ticket today, but only if I’m not the driver.  Have a safe week!