Strongly Worded

Snow Day

It is 9:04 a.m., and I am pretty sure I am going to "work from home" today.

It is snowing. In fact, the City has declared a fucking snow emergency, which is, if you have a foster car registered in California and no driveway, is very bad news. According to the lovely municipal website (which has all this bold text): "During snow emergencies, parking is allowed on the odd-numbered side of the street only. Cars not moved by 10 a.m. tomorrow morning will be subject to ticketing and towing – but the City recommends that vehicles be moved by, or before, 6 a.m."

I have no parking permit, just a visitor pass (the whole California plates thing). So it warms my heart to read: "It is the responsibility of the resident to clean off their vehicle and ensure their Residential or Visitor parking permit is visible. If the permit is not visible the vehicle WILL be ticketed for Permit Parking Violation." In other words, if the windshield of the car is covered by, I don't known, SNOW, there's no way the evil parking police can see the pass on the dashboard, and thus, they are entitled to slap me with a $40 ticket.

Even though I could use public transit to get to work today, I have no motivation to do so. It's cold. It's snowing. Schoolchildren are home with cocoa. I feel strange about it, but I'm burrowing in today.

Posted by Dori at 9:03 AM