Driving to work can sometimes be a struggle in Boston. Meter maids swarm to my car like flies on you-know-what, like Red Sox fans to skepticism, like the Big Dig to setbacks and failure. Every parking ticket appeal makes me feel like Luke Skywalker trying to drop the bomb down the narrow opening of the Death Star at the End of Star Wars – except I rarely if ever succeed.
The new Star Wars stamps issued by the post office gave me inspiration for my latest appeal. I figured if I had to waste a cool stamp on the Office of the Parking Clerk, I might as well take a shot at the stormtroopers that riddle my car with envelopes.
I would suggest photoshopping out your return address label.
I know everyone thinks the meter maids are out to get them, but I swear they really are out to get me. On three separate occasions I got the hefty $35 street cleaning ticket. Not only was it NOT the day the signs indicated, two of the times it wasn’t even the right week!
So I applaud your resistance; slay the dragon!
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