Maybe it was careless of me. Sometimes, maybe, I want to be careless.
I saw that it was free parking from 3pm to 11pm. Still, I decided to park at 10:58pm. I kept looking at the meter hoping that the meter wouldn’t start flashing red. And, it never did. I reclined my seat and proceeded to fall asleep. Passed my window, I could see the view of the Bay Bridge. i just wanted to sleep next to the Bay Bridge; just for the night; to wake up by its side; the lights still lingering. But instead, I awoke to a loud bright light behind my car and a beep from the meter police printing something.
I rolled down my window.
“Street cleaning is here,” the meter man said.
“Am I ok to go?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Not since your ticket printed.”
He handed me my ticket and I drove off. It was 71 dollars to sleep next to the Bay Bridge. From my car, I could see the bridge and in my dreams was the constant clairvoyant dreams that I would get ticketed.
Was it worth it? I would say it was.