Parking Ticket


Our 1971 Opel Cadet was in the shop being repairs and Dad had to borrow Pa Sanders’ old Dodge for the day. We were there to shop for my high school graduation suit.

Mom and I got out of the car in front of Daly’s Department store and went inside to start looking. Dad stopped to drop a couple of dimes in the parking meter before joining us.

After finding and purchasing my suit, we headed back out to the car. We had been inside the store for so long that the parking meter had run out of time.

Once there, Dad saw the ticket under the passenger-side windshield wiper and he was mad about it. Later he admitted to Mom and me that saw the meter-maid filling out the ticket, but forgot we were using the car.

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