Week Seven Observations

5/3: On the car drive home after seeing The Avengers, I pretended I was a badass superhero being chased by a devious villain. Even though I was only going 60 mph in my beat up Saturn, in my mind, in my mind I going 90 mph in a sleek, fancy car and shooting at the villain's car behind me, then pulling some fancy 180 move to get back to headquarters. Then, of course, I found myself pulling into my apartment parking lot in my jerky, 19 year old car as a regular twenty-two year old English major. It still doesn't change the fact that as I a walked to my apartment, I pretended my pepper spray was some sort of high tech super gun. 5/4: I had to drop my roommate off at the Lynden border which was a drive I had never done. After getting through Meridian and getting on the Guide, the traffic started to thin out and I saw farmland I didn't know existed. "Oh boy, it's starting to smell like the cow barn at the Puyallup Fair!" I said, while pinching my nose. And just like that, the smell of cow manure made me miss home. 5/5: Not only is it Cinco de Mayo, but my roommate and I saw several limos, so we think it's prom night as well. Bellingham is going to be full of drunks tonight for sure. 5/6: I rediscovered that the Nalley chili that already has Walla Wall onions in it is pretty disgusting. My stomach agrees. 5/7: As it turns out, when a signs says "20 Minute Load Zone" it means only twenty minutes, not half an hour, not forty minutes. But I am grateful for the opportunity to write the tickets. 5/8: After eleven tickets and lots of walking, the four hour shift goes by fast. My job giving people stress gives me the most stress free feeling. I can be an absolute grouch unless I give out parking tickets. 5/9: Best work shift ever: One jump-start and 12 tickets including: Multiple overtimes at 20 minute load zones, one no parking zone, one fire lane violation (plus a mini-lecture given to the girl who apparently couldn't see the empty load zone parking five feet in front of her), and one boot-tow warning. It's all thanks to my coworker who can sniff out tickets like a pro.