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Saturday, January 9, 2010

Regarding Appeals

A quarter is taped onto the citation of an overtime meter.

The accompanying note says:
"I am 56 years old. If I could've climbed onto that snow bank and plugged the meter, I would have done so. Here's 25 cents for the time I was there."

The note was submitted as an appeal. The appeal was granted.


On the day that a famous sports figure (very dear to our state) retired from said sport.

The appeal says:
"I'm very depressed by their retirement. I can't bear to take any more bad news. Considering that, please void this ticket."
The appeal was denied.

The famous sports figure has now come out of retirement and has joined a rival team. Not just any rival team, a team that this state absolutely loathes.
Hopefully, the depressed customer is not feeling suicidal.


Quotes

"The parking permit was standing up on my window."
This bugs me. Because it can't be true, not unless the laws of physics somehow reversed themselves.
Better:
"The parking permit was displayed on my window."

"I was only there was (blank) minutes.
We know. But it doesn't matter. When your vehicle is left unattended - even if it's just for a second, it is parked. And you cannot park on campus grounds without a permit.

The Parking Services department is made up of (whatever word you prefer).
We know. Someone already beat you to the punch.

Gotta-go-gotta-go-gotta-go-right-now
Well, yeah, I see your point. You can't exactly go in the car, can you?

Doctors' handwriting, long, rambling sentences as writers vent off their spleen, total confusion because we have no idea what you are talking about etc etc etc etc

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