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So we nabbed a guy for using a fake parking permit the other night.
Not a terribly bad one, but not a terribly good one either. It was mediocre at best, looked legit until you got within arms-length, but that wasn't the fun part. The fun part was he denied he had made it himself. He said he'd just found it lying in the ground, in the middle of the parking lot, and decided, what the hey, why not use it and get some free parking because he was, like, going to be visiting for a few days? Ya know? And whatnot....
Not that it would have made a difference, he still had to fork it over to get his car back. But the fun part was how, on the inside, I was a bit, ahem, skeptical of that explaination. See, I'd been carrying around the license plate number and description of his car in my head all that night just WAITING for him to use that lot so we could pounce on him for the fake permit.
Why?
Because I'd already come across his car earlier in the day when I was down at the local chinese place, minding my own business and just happened to casually glance at the cars parked out front at the parking meters in the street and noticed his had a fake permit in it. Like I said, it wasn't BAD, but it wasn't GOOD either....
And this particular property company has the addresses of the apartments their permits are for written on them....
And I'm GOOD at remembering things, like car models/colors/license plates...
You might as well have phoned me and told me you were going to try and fake it
You might as well have left me a note on my facebook page that you were going to fake it.
You might as well have just driven over to the garage and knocked on the gate of the impound so I could let you in and park....
But on the plus side, this way I did get some entertainment out of your lousy attempt at fiction, your willing suspension of disbelief needs work, by the way.
Not a terribly bad one, but not a terribly good one either. It was mediocre at best, looked legit until you got within arms-length, but that wasn't the fun part. The fun part was he denied he had made it himself. He said he'd just found it lying in the ground, in the middle of the parking lot, and decided, what the hey, why not use it and get some free parking because he was, like, going to be visiting for a few days? Ya know? And whatnot....
Not that it would have made a difference, he still had to fork it over to get his car back. But the fun part was how, on the inside, I was a bit, ahem, skeptical of that explaination. See, I'd been carrying around the license plate number and description of his car in my head all that night just WAITING for him to use that lot so we could pounce on him for the fake permit.
Why?
Because I'd already come across his car earlier in the day when I was down at the local chinese place, minding my own business and just happened to casually glance at the cars parked out front at the parking meters in the street and noticed his had a fake permit in it. Like I said, it wasn't BAD, but it wasn't GOOD either....
And this particular property company has the addresses of the apartments their permits are for written on them....
And I'm GOOD at remembering things, like car models/colors/license plates...
You might as well have phoned me and told me you were going to try and fake it
You might as well have left me a note on my facebook page that you were going to fake it.
You might as well have just driven over to the garage and knocked on the gate of the impound so I could let you in and park....
But on the plus side, this way I did get some entertainment out of your lousy attempt at fiction, your willing suspension of disbelief needs work, by the way.
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