Brass Bowl

I see the Parking Patrol every time I venture forth into the city.  I wave at them, sometime they wave back, sometimes they look at me like I’m crazy.  Today I was standing next to a Meter Warrior at a corner, waiting on the light to change, when somebody comes up and asks her if she had change.  She was a professional, refraining from any smart answer like I would have done, rather simply stating that she did not have change.  Then the person parked his car and left without putting any money in the meter!  Yeah, she wrote him a ticket.  It’s her job.

It reminded me of this picture I took a couple of days ago.  But I think this is the result of bad karma.

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