On the third
floor of a glass-eyed building,
the Tow Hearing Officer listens to stories he's heard before.
A man from out
of town contends that as doesn't spell
out "No Parking" it's
not a legal sign. "Nice try," I whisper as he walks past
A young man with
a laptop computer shows digital pictures of where he had been
parked. Not trusting virtual reality, the Officer says, "I'll
go have a look for myself.
Through a thick
Russian accent, a woman pleads for her son, who's not there. "His
license was expired," the Officer explains. "But
he lives with me," she insists, her non-sequitur hopelessly
lost in translation. Finally, she turns to the audience and
woman—she repeats her age several times—argues that
the person who called the police hates her, and the car was towed
walker and spare cane inside.
When it's my
turn, the Officer reads my letter, then I say."It was dark.
There was no sign, and the driveway was covered with big yellow
is a driveway a driveway? I think. I'll
go have a look," he says.