You’re Golden, Baby
“Well, you’re golden with the Parking Division anyway!” Until this conclusion of my transaction with the cheerful woman with blond bangs behind the glass window about a year ago, I had never had cause to think of “golden” and “parking” (more specifically “parking tickets”) as having anything whatsoever to do with one another. She reminded me of it, though, when I had reason to return to that same window on a sweltering day, just after I’d turned down … Read More