I sincerely apologize for parking my car in the street sweeping zone on Wednesday, December 2. You see, I truly did try to move my car OUT of the street sweeping zone. I drove around in a car with someone I hardly knew looking at street signs finding out where to push my car so it wouldn't get a ticket. Yes, I said push. Why? Well, I went with a friend (John) to another friend's apartment (Dan and Ashley) at about 9 Tuesday night to visit yet another friend (Mike) that was in town for a few minutes. When John and I got back into the car at 9:25, my car wouldn't start. Since he had a meeting, we literally ran in the street to flag down Mike, who was driving away, to give us a ride. When back at school, I called Dan and Ashley to let them know what happened and that I would try and fix my car in the morning. They told me that there was street sweeping on Wednesdays, which meant I needed to get my car ASAP.
All of the guys that had jumper cables were in a "Male Forum" learning how to be better men. They were learning until 11:00 PM. After their meeting, I sort of crashed their hang-out. I walked into the group of 20 or so men and quietly asked : "So, does anyone have jumper cables?" Finally, after a few blanks stares at a WOMAN trespassing on MAN time (said jokingly, because it wasn't that bad), I got a nice guy, Ryan, that offered to take me to my car and help.
After charging my battery for nearly 20 minutes to no avail...we decided that jumping it wouldn't work. It's nearly midnight at this point and Ryan and I circle the street, trying desperately to find somewhere to push my car so it gets out of the way of the street sweeper. No luck on two blocks, but then, success!!! A street that had no sign saying I couldn't park there on a Wednesday. So, we pushed the car to this block and checked again...no sign.
Imagine my sadness, then, when I saw your wonderful yellow gift on my windshield tonight when I came to take out the battery in my car. A TICKET?! For a parking violation? For street sweeping?! Nooooooo! All of our work...and still, failure.
I'll sweep the street with my broom, if you please approve my appeal. I genuinely, wholeheartedly, with every ounce of my poor college-student being, made attempts to free my car from the grasp of your street territory. Alas, it was to large of a kingdom for me to conquer. Once more, I beg of you, LET THE TICKET GO!
Sincerely,
Owner of the white Ford Focus
P.S. Yes, my car still resides in your territory, in the same spot. I worked via phone with my dad attempting to remove the battery from my car. It was dark. I had one flashlight and a friend who also didn't know much about cars helping. We worked for an hour and a half to get the battery out. It was corroded. We used a can of Pepsi to remove the corrosion so we could get the battery out. I didn't electrocute myself on the red wire, though.
* all facts entirely, 100% true.
* slightly more exaggerated emotional response,
* except not exaggerated frustration
* car still there, but I'm learning how to be an independent woman. I removed the battery mostly myself and am planning on putting a new one in, too. Hah! Take that "Man Forum!"
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