I took your cone
Just counting down the hours until I get fired...
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Dear NASA security,
Last Thursday (7/14/05), I parked in an unmarked, un-reserved spot in building nine, completely within the confines of the JSC parking code. Upon returning to my car in the afternoon, I found a ticket under my windshield and a bright orange cone placed behind my car. The ticket read that I was parked in a "motorcycle-only spot" and I can only assume the cone was intended to block my exit. Fortunately for me, the cone was light enough to move and I was able to exit the spot. Upon doing so, I got out of the car and inspected the area, looking for the "motorcycle-only parking" sign which I surely had overlooked. I looked at the surface of parking spot...no indication there. I looked at the curb...no indication there. I looked at the wall of the nearby building...no indication there. Finally, I concluded that one of three things must have happened:
1) The paint which was used to write "motorcycle-only parking" had melted and evaporated in the Houston heat.
2) The sign is in fact posted inside building 110 underneath some cabinets and a box of expired badges and I was just supposed to know about this using my unadvertised power of telepathy.
3) This is not in-fact a motorcycle only spot - but officer Krupke wanted some excuse to ticket my sexy fuel efficient hooptie and that was the best he could come up with.
Given that the third possibility seems to be the most likely, please consider this e-mail my official request for the dismissal of this ticket.
After inspecting the spot and finding no sign of any sort to support the officer's claim, I get into my car and began to drive away. It was at the point that I noticed the cone which had been used to block my escape. It was frayed, discolored and had a tear which had been repaired using duct tape. In short, it looked sad and uncared for. In a society which too often neglects the needs of inanimate objects, I couldn't help but feel sorry for this poor cone which had been left to swelter in the Houston heat, waiting for the next passing security guard to pick it up and return it to its brethren which I dare say are equally un-loved...so I decided to take it.
That's right - I took your cone. I took it and we have been having a ball together. It turns out he has lived here his entire life and never seen the sights this beautiful country has to offer. Since his rescue, we have been to Mount Rushmore:
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Dear NASA security,
Last Thursday (7/14/05), I parked in an unmarked, un-reserved spot in building nine, completely within the confines of the JSC parking code. Upon returning to my car in the afternoon, I found a ticket under my windshield and a bright orange cone placed behind my car. The ticket read that I was parked in a "motorcycle-only spot" and I can only assume the cone was intended to block my exit. Fortunately for me, the cone was light enough to move and I was able to exit the spot. Upon doing so, I got out of the car and inspected the area, looking for the "motorcycle-only parking" sign which I surely had overlooked. I looked at the surface of parking spot...no indication there. I looked at the curb...no indication there. I looked at the wall of the nearby building...no indication there. Finally, I concluded that one of three things must have happened:
1) The paint which was used to write "motorcycle-only parking" had melted and evaporated in the Houston heat.
2) The sign is in fact posted inside building 110 underneath some cabinets and a box of expired badges and I was just supposed to know about this using my unadvertised power of telepathy.
3) This is not in-fact a motorcycle only spot - but officer Krupke wanted some excuse to ticket my sexy fuel efficient hooptie and that was the best he could come up with.
Given that the third possibility seems to be the most likely, please consider this e-mail my official request for the dismissal of this ticket.
After inspecting the spot and finding no sign of any sort to support the officer's claim, I get into my car and began to drive away. It was at the point that I noticed the cone which had been used to block my escape. It was frayed, discolored and had a tear which had been repaired using duct tape. In short, it looked sad and uncared for. In a society which too often neglects the needs of inanimate objects, I couldn't help but feel sorry for this poor cone which had been left to swelter in the Houston heat, waiting for the next passing security guard to pick it up and return it to its brethren which I dare say are equally un-loved...so I decided to take it.
That's right - I took your cone. I took it and we have been having a ball together. It turns out he has lived here his entire life and never seen the sights this beautiful country has to offer. Since his rescue, we have been to Mount Rushmore:
...we have been to the Grand Canyon:
...and we have been to the Golden Gate Bridge:
Look at old Conie - chillin' on the walkway like the playa that he is - have you ever seen him so happy?
Anyway, back to business. If you ever want to see your precious cone again, that ticket had better disappear - and fast. Once I have verified its dismissal, I'll contact you to arrange a meeting so we can discuss a few changes I am going to need to see before I agree to release the cone back into your "care." If all goes well, a few days from now, my record will be clean and your cone will be back with his brothers and sisters where he belongs. I'll be honest with you - I'm going to miss the little guy!
posted by Nicholas at 10:06 AM
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