I'm going to be driving down to LA tonight for Cliff and Andy's wedding, so I need to bust out of work early, and in order to make up the time, I planned on coming in to work early. The only way I can reliably make myself leave the city early is by parking my car in a street sweeping zone. My street has 7am street sweeping on Tuesdays and Fridays, so I parked my car right in front of the apartment last night.

This morning I took Enzo on his morning walk at 6:50am, and got back to my apartment at exactly 7:00, and it was all clear. I took a few minutes to put Enzo in the back and gather up my stuff, and when I stepped outside at 7:03, a...what's the male equivalent of a Meter Maid? Parking Ticket Butler? Anyway, the DPT guy was there in his little golf cart thing, ready to give me a ticket. Fortunately, he noticed me, and I told him I was just on my way out, so he moved on to the next unfortunate soul. Whew.

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