This week, I went to the university parking office to renew my parking pass. This office also is responsible for collecting money for parking tickets. The office is located on a 2 lane brick street and “no parking” signs are clearly posted in front of the building.
The lady in line, in front of me was very loudly and rudely contesting a parking ticket she had received the day before. I won’t go into the gory details, but she eventually got the parking ticket nullified.
As she left, I happened to glance outside thru the window and saw a car blatantly parked in the “no parking” zone. A parking officer was writing a ticket and placed it under the windshield wiper. It was her car. I was so pleased.
No; none of those things the the Allanis Morrisette song are ironic at all; they are just crappy bad luck; the only thing ironic about it at all is that she doesn’t understand the meaning of the word Ironic.
I wonder how she will talk her way out that 2nd ticket? Hopefully they will remember her. And if she was making that big of a stink about it, they probably will!
Speaking of ironic. I go into Walgreens the other day to get my dad this “Grabber” thing. It allows you to reach objects without having to bend over, or strain to reach. Wouldn’t ya know I couldn’t reach any of them. They were all on shelves that were unreachable, even if you were 6 feet tall. The manager strolls over and asks if he could help. I said “It looks like I need a Grabber, to get the Grabber”. Go ahead, sing it folks. Isn’t that ironic?
