So I decided to follow the sugggestion of commenter Greg Cohn, who in regards to the awesome post by Matt Hals about the state of Echo Park Lake and its environs, thought it would be better if we Blogging.la contributors made more informed rants rather than just played at being “opinionated gadfly” out to waste the time of our various councilpersons and readership with our uninformed observations
Personally I’m all for being an opinionated gadlfy ó it’s much more cathartic…at least initially. But this time I decided why not see how the other side lives. So before I acted upon my initial raging opinated urge to firebomb the fucking Mercedes pictured at right hanging its impudent fat ass a couple feet over the end of the curb and blocking access to my tight parking space, first I thought What Would Greg Do? And the answer was to calm down and run upstairs to call Larry H. Parker for an idea what kind of jailtime and potential restitution I’d be looking at for such a wanton and reckless act of vandalism. It wasn’t pretty.
With that option out, I let my middle finger do the walking through the white pages until I found the phone number to report parking violators (213/485-4184). After some time on hold, I spoke with a dispatcher who took down the make, model, plate number and location of the transgressing vehicle.
“Is there any estimate as to how long it will take to send an officer out?” I inquired. The dispatcher told me that such information is unavailable. “We’ll have a car there as soon as one’s available.”
Grrrrr. But being that “American Idol” wasn’t on tonight and I had some time to kill, I sat by the porch with a Molotov cocktail in my throwing hand and a Zippo in the other. Whether it was a fine or flambÈ, this car wasn’t getting away clean on my watch ó or at least not until I got bored and gave up, which was a few minutes later.
Couple hours pass and I go outside to take the trash out. The damn Mercedes is still parked there taunting me with its sleek German ass still jutting into the driveway. But wait! Was there something on the windshield? An envelope perhaps?
And inside? Hell if there wasn’t a citation to the ding of $40. Informed unimpulsive actions rock!