Parking Wars 0
I akways knew that Philly was tough on parking.
He steps out of the car, “I hit my clicker,” the automatic door lock, “it makes a ‘hoo-hoo’ noise” and Yan heads for the curb to feed the meter. He sees a parking-enforcement officer writing a ticket.
“Where did you come from?” asks the startled parking-enforcement officer, Alfred Toto.
“From the driver’s seat,” Yan says, trying not to sound smart-alecky. “I assume you’re not giving me a ticket.”
“Your meter has expired,” says Toto.
