Wanna park and act like an a**hole? Enjoy paying thousands.
Years ago, I worked as a security officer in a high-traffic tourist area (graveyard shift).
One of my responsibilities was to make sure my buildingâs loading/unloading zone is kept clear because at all hours of the day weâve got vehicles coming and going for people going to meetings, visitors, tourists, cabs, etc. The curb is painted white and marked in big bold letters ⶠLOADING AND UNLOADING ONLY ⶠNO PARKING â¶. At the end of the zone there was a single handicap parking stall painted bright blue.
Now the building I worked at was nearby a few large night clubs, so every Friday and Saturday the area would be crazy busy with drunken fighting, vomiting, occasional alleyway sex, etc. All night long thereâd be cute girls milling around in skimpy outfits, so the job had its perks too.
Clubbers would take advantage of my buildingâs valet parking service and pay to park in our garage before heading out to one of the clubs across the street.
Some clubbers would think they could get away with parking in our loading zone all night. My coworkers and I would aggressively patrol the area in the earlier evening hours and advise as many people as we could so theyâd leave and avoid getting a ticket. It was also better for us if they left, because when there were too many vehicles parked out front, traffic would become a complete clusterf*ck regardless of the time of day.
Most people would be grateful for the information and leave. Occasionally, some douche would laugh in our faces, say something about pigs or rent-a-cops or whatever and leave their car anyway. In those cases, weâd call our cityâs parking enforcement and theyâd get a $90 ticket for their troubles.
One Saturday night, after finished a round of patrols, I went to take a leak. On my way back out, I walked past Dispatch and my buddy calls me over to the surveillance bank.
âHey bro, you got one out front.â
I turned to the grainy feed just in time to see a piece-of-junk â97 BMW sloppily parking in front of our building. I murmured that Iâd go out and advise the driver, but before I could leave, the driver exited his vehicle.
My buddy and I watched in silence as the driver, a young black male adorned with flashy cheap bling, hiked his pants up at the crotch and blocked the path of a couple girls walking by. He started hitting on them in the slimiest way possible, even trying to grab their hands and asses at one point, staring shamelessly at their tits while he was schmoozing them. He took out his phone and shoved it at them, presumably asking for their numbers.
Eventually the girls were able to dodge his grabbers and ran off toward the club across the street. He repeated this routine several more times with various groups of girls walking by, even taking out a small bottle of vodka from his back pocket and offering swigs. With each rejection, heâd get angry and presumably cuss out the girls as they hurried off (our cameras didnât pick up audio but this seemed a reasonable assumption).
I sighed and looked at my buddy.
âWell, I guess Iâll go talk to him.â
I made my way out to the front and approached him just as another group of girls ducked away from him. I called out to him. He turned and stared at me blankly.
âHey, man, just wanted to let you know that this zone is for loading and unloading. Normally itâs not a big deal to park for a bit but if everyone does it on the weekends, traffic gets backed up pretty bad here.â
The douche looked at his vehicle, then at my badge.
âF*CKYOUB*TCHASSNâ»â»â»â»I'LLF*CKYOUUP. PIGASSWANNABECOPMOTHAF*CKA.â
I looked at my watch. It was about 10:30PM. I continued my spiel.
âParking enforcement here is pretty strict. You should move your vehicle or you might get ticketedââ
âF*CKYOUNâ»â»â»â»SUCKMYD*CK. BETTERNOTTOUCHMYSHITNâ»â»â»â»ILLF*CKYOUUPNâ»â»â»â».â
âHave a good night sir.â
He flipped me off and went across the street, where he was promptly denied entry for dress code violations. He cussed out the bouncer and wandered off down the block. I walked over to his vehicle and saw that it was parked crooked, the rear of the vehicle partially blocking the lane of traffic. Half of his vehicle was in the white zone, the other in the blue zone. I keyâd up my radio.
â8million to dispatch.â
â8million, go ahead.â
âCan you call parking enforcement for this vehicle? Lemme know when youâre ready for the plate.â
Fifteen minutes later, the parking officer arrived. He looked at the vehicle and promptly issued a $90 ticket for parking in the white zone and a $900 ticket for parking in the blue zone without a permit.
I thanked the officer and went back inside to have a snack.
A couple hours later, two of the local cops stopped by to say hi. As Officer Morris and his partner walked over, Dispatch radioâd me.
âHey 8million, is that Jones and Morris?â
âYou gonna do what I think youâre gonna do?â
Officer Jones and I lit up our cigarettes as Officer Morris looked on disapprovingly. We all smoked and chatted for a bit, then I casually motioned over my shoulder at the BMW.
âHey, Jones, check out the parking job on that piece of shit.â
We all walked over to the corner and looked at the vehicle, the two tickets stuck on the windshield flapping in the wind. Officer Morris grabbed one of the tickets, read it over and looked at me.
âWhatâs the story here?â
I told them what happened and the driverâs response. Officer Jones and Morris looked at each other.
â8million, you got the time?â
âYeah, itâs⊠12:27AM.â
âWell itâs a whole new day now isnât it?â
Officer Morris proceeded to write another $90 ticket for the white zone, then another $900 ticket for the blue zone. He paused for a moment after finishing the second one.
âHey Jones, looks like this vehicle is parked more than twelve inches from the curb. What do you think?â
âSounds about right.â
Officer Morris wrote another ticket for $120 and slapped it on the pile of tickets on the windshield. I shook both officerâs hands and they left to continue their patrols.
The next few hours of my shift went by fairly quickly. Around 5AM, Dispatch scared the hell out of me.
âHEY 8MILLION, ARE YOU STILL ON THAT CALL?â
âNegative, I just finished clearing it.â
âRESPOND TO DISPATCH ASAP.â
I ran down to the surveillance bank, where my coworkers were all gathered and laughing their asses off. Sunday was street cleaning day and the BMW was getting ticketed again by parking enforcement.
After that, we all stopped by Dispatch every 5-10 minutes to see if the owner had returned. Finally, at about 6AM, douchebag came stumbling up the block, looking completely worn out. His formerly-white t-shirt was stained and dirty and it looked like heâd lost at least one fight.
We watched in suspense as he looked at the pile of tickets crammed together on his windshield and slowly removed them. He stood there, pants sagging below his knees, shuffling through each ticket as if he were a toddler with a handful of Pokémon cards.
With a look of abject defeat on his face, he got into his vehicle and drove off. The whole room erupted in laughter and high-fives.
As the laughter died down, I picked up the office phone and started dialing. My coworkers eyed me curiously. I put the call on speaker just as the call connected.
â9-1-1, what is your emergency?â
âYeah, hi, Iâd like to report a possible drunk driver. I have the vehicle and driver description when youâre ready.â
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