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#AStoryADay: story 23. parking ticket theater

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#AStoryADay: story 23. parking ticket theater

to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 23. parking ticket theater (by jenny yang. friday, november 29, 2013)

i tried to cry myself out of a parking ticket this week.  i’m not proud of my work. but it happened.

i’ve been working on my acting skills and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

i mean, when is acting in real life not acting but real? i often wonder that when i watch the latest catfight between two preserved plum housewives on the teevee.

i consider myself a responsible handler of my vehicle.  if you live in the los angeles area, you have to be.  cars are a huge part of our cost of living.  If you don’t factor in the occasional expense of a blown tire or parking ticket then you are dumb and don’t deserve to operate a tool that can become a weapon for committing homicide.

that said, i do not believe in parking meters. if i can manage to find parking away from the main commercial street and in the neighborhood, i will walk myself the ten minutes it takes to live the next few hours without the weight of getting a parking ticket on my shoulders.

8pm was when the meters shut off Tuesday night on the busy commercial strip of Melrose Avenue.  my buddy and i got there at 5:45 so the maximum two hours of meter time gave my car the blinking green light of approval until just before the 8pm cutoff.  no problem.  i had a sweet spot right in front of the large windows to the restaurant where we were dining. i sat facing my sweet sweet nissan hatchback chariot and all was going to be well.

“i’ll just set an alarm for myself on my iphone.” i said to myself....

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