"Didn't I treat you right now, baby?"
(Didn't eyee?)
"Didn't I do the best I could?"
(Didn't eyee?)
Sometimes I'm not so sure. Then there are nights like tonight that come by, nothing special in particular. Just Monday, a school night. I parked my car at a meter in Westwood. Class is at 7:00 so I get there at 6:45 and skate in. The cold dread creeps into me halfway through class is the fact that the streets are metered until 8:00, and i hadn't put any money in.
I'd just got a parking ticket last week. And I didn't put my front license on the dash. I'd just got a ticket for that last week. "Fucked," were my thoughts.
"Fucked, fucked, fucked."
We had a ten 10 minute break just before 9:00 so I decided with a grimace of ho-hum fuckity-fucked to check on the damage. It had been $90 last week (not to mention the $35 Ford charged me to put the license plate back on, only for it to fall off again last night somehow). Fucked.
As I skate up to the old Sport, my heart's dropped even before I've looked at the windshield. And yet, when I see it, I'm met with ha pleasant surprise. My car's still there, and there's no ticket on it. An hour and change and no ticket. And no license plate. I put it on the dash for good measure and skate back.
At the stairwell I whisper "thank you" every step to the fourth floor. Days aren't so bad all the time.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
