Car Karma
So, I’m zipping down Division Street hill when I see a motorcycle cop parked near the bottom of the incline. I immediately braked, but it was too late. He pulled me over for going 45 in a 30, but in a burst of generosity, wrote the ticket for 10 above, instead of 15. I’ve been driving for 28 years and have only received ONE ticket— until recently. Last Mother’s Day I got a ticket out by Diamond Lake, and now this one.
When I finally arrived downtown, I pulled into a spot with an hour and half still on the meter. I always overfeed meters, ‘cause I know someone will use whatever time I don’t.
Obviously, I used up my ticket karma (I always drive too fast), but I’ve got parking meter karma to spare . Do you believe in karma?
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