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Am I Losing My Touch?!

   Mon, November 21, 2005 - 4:48 PM
I’m very sad to report that I was unable to talk my way out of parking ticket this morning. I was my most charming self, complete with a tank top and my dazzling smile. I cajoled, bargained, everything short of flirting with this guy but it was no use. He wasn’t going to budge. I was kind of pissed because I usually can talk my way out of (or “into”) just about any situation. Speeding tickets, backstage passes, free crap at the Clinique counter – no problem for me. I’m a Gemini and my job is to charm the general public.

That’s why I was really thrown that this…'okay, I have to say it…'civil servant was so pig-headed. Of course, I’m using the word “civil” pretty liberally. He had the social skills of a box of #2 pencils but I was willing to work with him. Okay, that was bad enough but he wrote me not one but two tickets (!). I’m like what the fuck?! Did someone piss in your oatmeal this morning? What about tomorrow morning? I’m available – I’ll pencil you in.

Afterwards, the part of the experience that riled me the most was my complete inability to sway this guy. I got all worried and wondered…'does this means I’m losing my touch? I know Mercury is in retrograde, maybe that has something to do with it? Please, someone, validate me -- and quick! ;)


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Mon, November 21, 2005 - 5:09 PM
Not Really
Maybe it was nature's way of informing you discretely that you may be taking the wrong fork at times. It may have prevented you from getting into a major accident down the road, or the delay may get you into another situation that may be more positive. Can't take any one situation out of context, must assess the whole package called "your life." Look back at it & learn, we all make mistakes, just this once you were caught. Don't worry, it still looks like you still got it.....Frank
Wed, November 23, 2005 - 2:12 PM
How about if I take the case? I'll show that tight-ass persecution-complex little twerp. Meanwhile... back in Italy... parking is anarchy, and crosswalks with pedestrians in them mean you have to slow down to 60 mph. In fact our cabbie hit a person today (he's ok).
Wed, November 23, 2005 - 9:40 PM
Tee hee
You're on, Counselor -- can I pay you with smoldering glances?
I'm pissed because it happened in front of your house. ARGH!

And, please, watch those Roman cab drivers -- they'll *ruin* you to get to their destination. Oops, pun attack! And starting a sentence with "and."

Fri, November 25, 2005 - 12:10 PM
In front of my house???? On a weekend? Where? I insist on paying them. I'm not taking "no" for an answer.