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Because if we're going to deal with this lunacy, I'd like to at least be warm while doing it.
That's, That's Not Even WRONG!
Well, you were doomed the instant I saw black marker trying to overwrite green marker on that temp permit. The office lady who issued it must have reached over her shoulder blindly and ended up with the green one instead of the black one she uses 99% of the time.
How you didn't notice that, even as you were doing it, is a real mystery to me.
But, like Helen Keller walking into roller skate factory, right next door to a cliff, the initial fail was but a mere shadow of the colossal fail that followed it up.
The dates you wrote down? 3-21-22
Yes
3-21-22
I don't know if you were just somehow unaware of how the standard month/day/year progression goes in the dating convention, or are really so dumb as to think I'd believe you got your hands on a permit that's good through 2022. If you weren't trying to do that, but just make it good for March 21st to 22nd, well, THOSE DAYS ALREADY CAME AND WENT! Either way... wow. I think I've actually found an error so serious, that it's not even verifiable as an error, I have no idea what they were even TRYING to do so I can't even judge the level of success/failure appropriate. As Wolfgang Pauli once said about a lousy research paper that was turned in to him: "Das ist nicht nur nicht richtig, es ist nicht einmal falsch!" — "That is not only not right, it is not even wrong!"
I'm going to make a bold prediction, I predict failure in your future. Lots and lots and LOTS of it. So much so that your fortune cookies from here on out will probably contain the fortune: " Bend over cupcake, here it comes again* ". And look at that, your car is gone, and it's only Monday, we're off to a flying start making that prophecy come true.
*You think fortune cookies aren't legit? I once got one that said "You will be fortunate at everything you put your hands to" The same year I lost a thumbtip to a woodsplitter! The cosmos has a sense of humor, and popcorn, and isn't afraid to use either!
Photo? Finished!
Yup, the evening driver, is waiting up front for the owner of yet another car yanked from the closed down burger place to come in and pick it up.
The door opens, and, far from 1 person, in comes a chorus line of at least half a dozen folks (none of who speak English as a first language) who begin shoving their phones in Yup's face and gaggling on and on about "NO SIGN! NO SIGN! NO SIGN!"
Aside from giving Yup and idea about what the 9th level of Hell for Verizon Reps who've sinned looks like, it also gives him a headache, so he demands everyone NOT the vehicle owner leave immediately or at least sit down and be quiet.
This culls the herd down to just one tenuous-grasp-of-English guy who declares: "NO SIGN SAY I CAN'T PARK THERE! NO SIGN! NO SIGN! YOU NO TOW!!!"
To "prove" his point, the guy puts his phone on the counter and shows a picture he took of the back wall of the burger place. Yes, there's no sign in the image, but based on other visual cues in the photo, you can tell this picture could only be taken if you walked right up BETWEEN THE TWO SIGNS that we have on that wall and photographed the bare spot that doesn't have a sign at point-blank range.
In fact, you can SEE the border of the "NO PARKING" signs beginning at the very edges of his picture.
Yup points this out.
"NO! NO SIGNS!" the guy insists
Yup sighs heavily and tells him there are signs there, you can see them in the photo and HE put them up there himself back when we took over the lot.
"NO! NO SIGNS!" the guy insists again.
Yup's had enough, grabs his coat and tells him "Alright, I'll make you a deal. I'll clock out, I'll go get my car, and we'll both go down there together, and if there are no signs, you get your car back free. But, for every sign I find, you're going to be charged $50, plus an hour of my wages and gas for doing it all on personal time, deal?"
(And now that we're up to FIVE signs in that lot, he'd owe us something like $260 ballpark, whereas right now he owes $115)
"Uh, I pay now" the guy says.
Thank you Sir, for depleting the word's precious oxygen supply for no appreciable gain whatsoever. You have a nice evening now.
And by "nice" I mean "I hope you get a visit from the dental surgery fairy while you sleep"
That's, That's Not Even WRONG!
Well, you were doomed the instant I saw black marker trying to overwrite green marker on that temp permit. The office lady who issued it must have reached over her shoulder blindly and ended up with the green one instead of the black one she uses 99% of the time.
How you didn't notice that, even as you were doing it, is a real mystery to me.
But, like Helen Keller walking into roller skate factory, right next door to a cliff, the initial fail was but a mere shadow of the colossal fail that followed it up.
The dates you wrote down? 3-21-22
Yes
3-21-22
I don't know if you were just somehow unaware of how the standard month/day/year progression goes in the dating convention, or are really so dumb as to think I'd believe you got your hands on a permit that's good through 2022. If you weren't trying to do that, but just make it good for March 21st to 22nd, well, THOSE DAYS ALREADY CAME AND WENT! Either way... wow. I think I've actually found an error so serious, that it's not even verifiable as an error, I have no idea what they were even TRYING to do so I can't even judge the level of success/failure appropriate. As Wolfgang Pauli once said about a lousy research paper that was turned in to him: "Das ist nicht nur nicht richtig, es ist nicht einmal falsch!" — "That is not only not right, it is not even wrong!"
I'm going to make a bold prediction, I predict failure in your future. Lots and lots and LOTS of it. So much so that your fortune cookies from here on out will probably contain the fortune: " Bend over cupcake, here it comes again* ". And look at that, your car is gone, and it's only Monday, we're off to a flying start making that prophecy come true.
*You think fortune cookies aren't legit? I once got one that said "You will be fortunate at everything you put your hands to" The same year I lost a thumbtip to a woodsplitter! The cosmos has a sense of humor, and popcorn, and isn't afraid to use either!
Photo? Finished!
Yup, the evening driver, is waiting up front for the owner of yet another car yanked from the closed down burger place to come in and pick it up.
The door opens, and, far from 1 person, in comes a chorus line of at least half a dozen folks (none of who speak English as a first language) who begin shoving their phones in Yup's face and gaggling on and on about "NO SIGN! NO SIGN! NO SIGN!"
Aside from giving Yup and idea about what the 9th level of Hell for Verizon Reps who've sinned looks like, it also gives him a headache, so he demands everyone NOT the vehicle owner leave immediately or at least sit down and be quiet.
This culls the herd down to just one tenuous-grasp-of-English guy who declares: "NO SIGN SAY I CAN'T PARK THERE! NO SIGN! NO SIGN! YOU NO TOW!!!"
To "prove" his point, the guy puts his phone on the counter and shows a picture he took of the back wall of the burger place. Yes, there's no sign in the image, but based on other visual cues in the photo, you can tell this picture could only be taken if you walked right up BETWEEN THE TWO SIGNS that we have on that wall and photographed the bare spot that doesn't have a sign at point-blank range.
In fact, you can SEE the border of the "NO PARKING" signs beginning at the very edges of his picture.
Yup points this out.
"NO! NO SIGNS!" the guy insists
Yup sighs heavily and tells him there are signs there, you can see them in the photo and HE put them up there himself back when we took over the lot.
"NO! NO SIGNS!" the guy insists again.
Yup's had enough, grabs his coat and tells him "Alright, I'll make you a deal. I'll clock out, I'll go get my car, and we'll both go down there together, and if there are no signs, you get your car back free. But, for every sign I find, you're going to be charged $50, plus an hour of my wages and gas for doing it all on personal time, deal?"
(And now that we're up to FIVE signs in that lot, he'd owe us something like $260 ballpark, whereas right now he owes $115)
"Uh, I pay now" the guy says.
Thank you Sir, for depleting the word's precious oxygen supply for no appreciable gain whatsoever. You have a nice evening now.
And by "nice" I mean "I hope you get a visit from the dental surgery fairy while you sleep"
At the time, that was sage advice, indeed. (The prior cookie said something about it being the 'right time to rekindle a romance'...while I was dining out in a group that included my ex...and her fiancee. 
I immediately grabbed another cookie, which gave me the 'Ignore' advice, which I gladly followed ^_^
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