Joe’s NYC parking ticket journey
It is a glorious summer day in NYC, and Joe has a bunch of errands to run. Joe is a life-long resident of Queens and has received more than his fair share of NYC parking tickets. Joe is a frequent visitor to Las Vegas because he loves to gamble.
Let’s assume you are an NYC parking ticket warrior (having crossed over to the dark side), and your mission is to issue parking tickets to Joe. What, if any, NYC parking tickets would you issue to Joe during his journey.
Let the journey begin…
Joe hops into his fire engine red sports car, backs out of his driveway, and heads off to pick up his 102-year-old mother. As he approaches Sadie’s apartment building, Joe spots a vacant parking space in a No Standing zone. Sadie is curbside, waiting for Joe to pull into the parking space. Joe’s gets out of his car and helps Sadie into the passenger seat. This entire process took less than 2 minutes.
Joe takes Sadie to the bus stop near her home. Sadie is headed to Brooklyn to visit her older sister, Ethel. Ethel is 107 years old. Joe sees a bus stop sign near the end of a very long block and pulls to the curb about 100 feet from the sign.
Joe thinks to himself, ” How lucky am I! There are no parking signs between the bus stop sign in the direction of my car and the end of the block. I’m safe.”
Sadie exits Joe’s car and traipsed off to the bus stop shelter at the other end of the block.
Next stop, the garment district
Joe heads to the garment district to pick up a package for his business. Joe’s luck continues as he spots a vacant parking space near his destination. Joe gets out of his car, puts money in the parking meter, and does the Foxtrot into the building. “Wow, that was easy,” Joe muses.
Joe is stuck waiting for his package, and the time on the meter is about to expire. “problem,” Joe thinks to himself. “I’ll just pour some more money in the meter.” And, with that Joe runs down the stairs, out the door, and feeds the hungry meter.
Last stop, Joe picks up his wife from her doctor’s office
Joe arrives at Elizabeth’s doctor’s office in Queens. There are no vacant parking spaces anywhere to be found. Joe cruises the boulevard for 15 minutes, and still, no space opens up at the curb.
Off in the distance, at the other end of the block, Joe spots Elizabeth waiting curbside. Joe heads off to pick up his wife, and double parks since there are no vacant parking spaces at the curb. Quicker than an NYC minute, Elizabeth opens the car door, gets into the front passenger seat, and Joe re-enters the traffic lane, heading home.
So, what do you think? How many yellow parking ticket penalty flags did you throw on Joe? Did your scanner light up when Joe parked or stopped his car?
Hope you meet your quota…Oops, I forgot, there are no NYC parking ticket quotas for warriors.