Just about everybody in the local blogosphere has been bitching about parking, and power-tripping meter maids Downtown. I haven't. I've never had a problem, probably due to the fact that most of my Downtown trips are post-6 p.m.
That isn't to say I don't have my own parking-induced profanity-laced episodes of crazy.
Finally, someone has created something for those of us with anger management/road rage issues that's more elegant than an illegible profanity scrawled across the windshield in lipstick.
Wishingfish now carries parking citations. These give the power to the people, so you can publicly embarrass that asshole in the Publix parking lot who left their dog in the car in August, let their car alarm ring all night long, or Double-parked while picking up their dry cleaning.
Because who gives a damn if you're parked halfway across a yellow curb? Just owning a Hummer is much greater offense. [WF]
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