The Island of Misshapen City Gov't Officials

[marquisdd]

It's like a birthday. Or Christmas. It comes once a year. But instead of happy anticipation for the coming holiday, it takes a zen-like summoning of one's serene core (always assuming one has a serene core), or a cocktail of seratonin inhibitors, opiods and tranks, before embarking upon the adventure. And instead of exchanging presents, fusty

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[victorine]

This makes me think of the days when the parking permit office was in mid-City and was run by a woman who seemed brusque but efficient, and Eugene, who I am pretty sure was legally blind (but wore no glasses) and was probably given the job as part of an outreach program for adults with disabilities. The woman would sometimes yell, "Eugene! Eugene! Not there! Over there!" They had a row of filing cabinets overflowing with all parking permit records, so if I forgot my renewal, they handed me a blank one, pulled out my previous year's carbon copy, and had me out the door within 15 minutes. (The cashier was pretty much as you described.) After the storm, they moved to a trailer, and they actually seemed to be happy to see people coming in to get their parking permits.