Back to the bus

For two years now I have driven a car to and from work every day. I could bore you for a while with picky reasons, but overall, traffic stresses me out, the car itself wastes gas and is an emissions hazzard. Frankly I just missed meeting weirdos on the bus everyday, and having a solid hour or two to read every work day. This mornings incident furthered my thought of never driving my car again.

Monday morning:

I peel myself off of the pile of blankets that are acting as a bed for now, and slowly dressed for work. My newspaper was not delivered this morning, and they may finally be upset about the couple hundred dollars that I owe them at this point. Not receiving my news in a blue pouch every morning will depress me for a bit, but I still have free internet (that works sparingly), and a subscription to The Economist, so I can likely still stay up to date on current events.

Two days prior I had gone grocery shopping and knew that my car was parked on the first half of the block, on the legal side of the street. I was nearly to the end of the block when I realized my car was not there.

Apparently, Denver has some sort of official marathon that runs right down my street. They do not post anywhere that I came across that said I would not be allowed to park where I can always park except for the first Tuesday of every month, which is when the street sweepers through. My car was towed several blocks away to a spot between the 9/10th block and Broadway. I was ticketed originally for parking in a zone that was very temporarily deemed a no parking zone, and was then given a second ticket for parking where the tow truck towed my car to.

The city of Denver must be broke. Stay on your toes.