Parking Downtown

Last night Rich came home from work and parked in his usual spot somewhere on McCaul. Once he got into the apt, he realized that he'd left his phone in the car - so he went back out to get it. Once he got to his car, he saw that someone had tried to squeeze into the space behind him without much luck. Seems that they were actually pushing up against his car's back bumper in an attempt to fit in the legal parking parameters. On top of that, there were only about 3 inches between Rich's car and car in front of his. So of course - being the perfectly rational driver that he is - Rich got mad - and when I say mad - I mean fuming - spitting fire, speaking in tongues with a cloud of blue around his head mad.

After throwing a little tantrum for the pleasure of himself and various passers-by, he decided that he'd wait for that "sorry S.O.B". He sat there for a few minutes with the intention of gratifying himself by kicking his (presumably a he) ass or perhaps just giving him one of his famous "life lessons" in the form of a 15 minute not-so-godly sermon.

After a few moments of waiting, Rich realized that there was a far better solution to the problem than waiting to possibly get yourself pummeled or face assault charges from an old lady. He decided to call the parking authority. Now, because someone from the Toronto Parking Authority is employed strictly to follow Rich around the city - it took no time before someone was there to ticket the "pusher".

After making several comments about the "pusher's" vehicle, the P.A. issued a ticket, called in the license number, and asked Rich if he needed to go somewhere right away. Rich was a little baffled by the question and wondered why it mattered. Seems that the pusher lived near by and the P.A. wanted to go knock on their door to see if they could come out and move their car. Seeing as Rich is one of those super-bad-luck fellows, he was a little annoyed that the Toronto P.A. would give someone the chance to move their car rather than having it towed. So of course he lied and said that he needed to go somewhere right away.

Then the tow truck showed up - Then the supervisor of the P.A. showed up just to make sure it was obvious that this was an issue that required towing - Then Rich watched as the tow truck took the car off into the night - Then he moved his car - just to make sure the pusher wouldn't do anything ridiculous like key it or something...

This is what happens when you don't have the luxury of having a private parking space. Nuts.

But at least in this instance the good guy won - at least in my books he did.