Happy & Healthy
CALL TO THE POLICE
I want the ticket back
If you work in the enforcement department, I would stop reading. I'm actually angry at you. Enforcement seems to me to be the most miserable job there is. Just hanging around all day acting like a know-it-all and driving people to madness because you issue a ticket a minute after their parking fee has expired.
In our otherwise so paradisiacal neighborhood where your Amayzine headquarters is located, you pay 10 cents parking costs per hour. You would think it's parking heaven, because if you go three streets further, you pay four euros per hour. After three hours it does get more expensive here, but for every problem there is a solution, because then we set the alarms on our iPhones and activate our parking app every three hours.
”Now they have come up with something new to make their job more adventurous and my life more sour”
No problem in the air, you would think, but oh dear if you neglect for even half a minute. Then those types from the enforcement department are here like hungry jackals, licking their lips while issuing a parking ticket of forty-seven euros ninety. Now they have come up with something new to make their job more adventurous and my life more sour. They also issue a ticket on a private parking space (where you don't have to pay) and then instruct you to file a complaint with the police. I wanted to say a lot, but I realized that saying that I damn well had better things to do in my life than contesting fines that were wrongly issued to me wouldn't help much. I already knew what would follow. “I've already issued it, ma'am.‘ Or ”I can't take it out of the system now.“
Where my clogs (well, my Miu Miu ballet flats) broke yesterday, is that I found out that I apparently have already received ten fines in my private spot (you know, that spot where I don't have to pay for parking but STILL get a fine), but that I have no idea about it because my friends from enforcement no longer slide paper tickets under the windshield wiper.
”That little paper that warns me that I apparently did something I shouldn't have”
Why not? Where is my familiar ticket? The paper that tells you that you've been naughty? The paper that I sometimes leave for a few days so that I don't have to pay in other places because every officer then thinks I already have a ticket, that paper that warns me that I apparently did something I shouldn't have? I think damn it again that I am richer than I am. Or that it at least tells me that I need to file a complaint with the enforcement company because they apparently fine me for something that is simply allowed.
Moral of this story: I hate the enforcement company and I want the ticket back. After all, I pay enough for it.
