I've got to share this story.
Roughly four years ago, when I was working in downtown Providence, an intensive program began to ensure that no one would be able to park for free anywhere in the city. New meters sprang up everywhere, and despite my arriving early in the morning, there were fewer and fewer places where I could leave my car without springing for a garage or getting ticketed.
Finally, it was down to one narrow, isolated strip where I could park at the crack of dawn, and be safe for the day. I used it, but one afternoon, I returned after work to find two things:
A brand-new parking meter right beside my car, with the dust and debris from the freshly-drilled mounting hole still strewn around the surrounding sidewalk, and
A fluorescent orange parking ticket proudly attached to my windshield. I was gobsmacked.
As I stood there in disbelief (most likely with my mouth hanging open) a transit bus pulled up. The driver opened his door, and said “I saw them this morning... they were drilling and ticketing everybody.” He let me take his picture with my iPhone, and I also photographed the debris.
A couple weeks went by, and I showed up in municipal court to appeal the ticket. You can imagine what I told them, and the judge passed my printed photos around to the bailiff and other court personnel; everyone had a good laugh.
She threw out the ticket. But I was still out a couple hours work for having to go to court.