Today, a War has been Waged

In the fading light of day, during a fresh and warm Autumn, a transgression beyond reproach has been committed. A noble chariot, created by Japanese and American artisans, and ridden by a modest worker, was accused by the Parking Ambassador of an illicit parking placement. The Ambassador was mistaken, however, he still placed the notice of incredulous merit upon the windshield of the worker's chariot with disregard to logic, rules, and basic decency.

The worker, upon receipt of the notice, was infuriated. He saw the fine. $25 for a sin that was never committed. A small sum of money, but the modest worker was a man of modest means, and that $25 was normally reserved for trips to the local tavern for imbibing fine ales with friends, or towards the procurement of fine fare to consume with a member of the opposite sex he fancies. No longer with those funds be used for the small pleasures of life. Instead, they will go to the fine levied upon him, imposed by a self righteous Ambassador of Parking with no regard for the rightness of a parking job.

With fire in his eyes, profanity at his lips, and a steering wheel in his hands gripped so tightly his veins near burst with the pulsing rage of scorn, he scanned the violation notice. Teeth clenched, he looked for an out. Something to free him from this poisonous act.

ALAS! On the reverse side of the ticket were instructions for fighting the fine! Apart from feigning rage and simply putting up the $25 within a fortnight of the violation, he would stand by his feeling of slight by marching to city hall, to the Office of the Treasurer, and formally contest the summons. Within 48 hours, of course. He must then fill out some forms, put in a formal complaint, and wait for a hearing.

So within two days, the worker will go to the Castle of Treasury, and he will file the complaint. And in his head, he will be waging a war. As he goes there, he wants the skies to turn black with hate and violence. He wants the citizens to quake with his every step, knowing their lives are but a favor he allows them. He wants women to beg for mercy on the lives of their men, and children to peek out from behind their mothers with terrified curiosity.

This is what he wants. He will fight, the violation, and the Parking Ambassador will see the error of his ways. The injustice of this day will not be unnoticed, and the worker will have his revenge. The worker is a kind and honest man, and he will remind the evil Parking Ambassador that moving a chariot from one area to another, a quarter mile away, counts as not parking in the same spot for more than 2 hours. The Parking Ambassador will rue the day. RUE THE DAY he came against a noble working man.

Until next time, dear reader,
SD