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On a business trip to Los Angeles in 1979, he illegally, but unknowingly, parked in the wrong spot.
He was upset to find the ticket on the windshield, but needing to catch a flight home he couldn't share those feelings with anyone. While flying home, he decided to share his thoughts in verse,
The Parking Ticket
February 22, 1979
Dear Sirs:
Your case may seem open and shut,
And to complain, I may be a nut,
But with defiance, though slight,
In words, oh so trite,
"I'm guilty as charged, you see, BUT..."
Your sign "No Parking" did warn
"From eight until nine Wednesday morn."
The inference, I'd say,
Meant all else was OK,
I was wrong, and now I'm forlorn.
I knew that the curbside was red
When I parked and went up to bed.
The message inferred
Makes the law a bit blurred.
You need a new signboard instead.
"NO PARKING ANYTIME" would be best
Or a simple "No Parking" request
Or a trifle less clear,
"Fine to Park Here,"
(A fact to which I can attest.)
Though to lawbreak was not my intent,
The check for my fine is here sent.
I won't have a fit,
But still I admit
That I am a bit less than content.
It was my first ever trip to your coast.
The sun shined a few hours at the most.
A questionable sign
And a ten dollar fine
Were how you acted as host.
I surely won't file an appeal,
But I wish that you folks would reveal
If you think I am right
Or should go fly a kite
Just how in the world do you feel?
In closing I just want to say
I hope you all have a nice day.
I harbor no grudge
To Officer Hammel or judge
Or anyone out there in South Bay.
If you feel there may be a trace
Of logic to this, show no grace.
Just send me an orange
(What rhymes with an "orange?")
To Wisconsin right here at my place.
Sincerely,
William R. Mossner
Come back tomorrow for the rest of the story!
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