An Open Letter To The Pittsfield Parking Enforcement Officer
Marjo and I, after Wednesday morning's radio show, went to patron a local business on North St. in Pittsfield. The Spot, to be specific, we love those power bowls!
So, I parked across the street from The Spot, closer toward Park Square, and even though I know the rules, I said F--- it, I'm not gonna punch my plate number in the kiosk even though the first 30 minutes are free.
We're enjoying our power bowls outside when I see the little white car with the flashing yellow strobe lights start ticketing cars near me. I said, "It's ok, he won't get me, we just got here."
HERE'S WHAT I'D LIKE TO SAY TO THE PARKING GUY
I was emotional today, my son just started Kindergarten, can you just leave me alone, I'm only gonna be here for 20 minutes.
JUST KIDDING, I KNOW YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO, I'M GUILTY AS CHARGED.
You don't understand, I'm a big radio star around here, you can't ticket me.
JUST KIDDING, I KNOW YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO, I'M GUILTY AS CHARGED.
Businesses are struggling, and I'm supporting them, go ticket somebody else.
JUST KIDDING, I KNOW YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO, I'M GUILTY AS CHARGED.
I know the Mayor, she comes on our show once a month, I'll just text her and she'll get me out of it!
JUST KIDDING, I KNOW YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO, I'M GUILTY AS CHARGED.
I was thankful to get off with a warning. I'm a humbled man. Thanks for listening.