Wednesday, March 17, 2010

One for the Good Guys


I have a tortured relationship with the parking police. While I understand they are doing their job to the best of their ability, and they have mothers, and go home to their families at the end of the day, I still cannot believe that any person without sociopathic leanings would actually choose to be one.

Before you write in and say I'm an elitist bitch, and don't I know that not everyone has a choice of career, and if I didn't break the law I wouldn't have a problem with them, let me say you would be right on all counts. But I also happen to know that the majority of parking police have chosen to be one because they WANT TO.

Today I saw a parking cop chuckling to himself as he prepared to book the car parked behind mine. The guy was obviously excited and had he started rubbing his hands together with glee I wouldn't have been surprised.

He was just composing himself enough to take a photo of the offending car, when I asked if I could give the car my ticket as I was leaving, and it still had 20 minutes on it. He was aghast.

"You can if you want," he said "but why would you want to do that?"

Why? Why wouldn't I? I just saved this person $84 and I hope someone would do the same for me, and told him basically that.

And you know what he said?

"Well, thanks for nothing, good samaritan" and off he went on his miserable way.

I rest my case.

I DO love a reminisce...


Today I caught up with an old friend. We have bumped into each other a few times, but haven't properly talked for about five years.

We worked together in Mag Land for a short time, and it was there that we became friends. When this friend (we shall call her L) left our company to work at the competition we saw far less of each other, but always kept in touch.

Recently we have reunited via Facebook and our enviable knowledge of 80's music. L's is outstanding and I can only stand in her shadow and nod a lot. She knows things about Kids in the Kitchen that the Kids don't even know.

So today when she called, we had a lot of stuff from the baggage of our last five years to unpack. We caught up on babies, work, life and toxic friends. We bitched about Gen Y. We had a reminisce and a laugh, and lamented the fact that we don't get to see the people we want to see, let alone the ones we don't.

And again I realised that people who you like, really like and choose to keep as friends are rare. Even after years where your friendship could slip into the ether, you still make the effort to make sure it doesn't. And when you do catch up it's easy, and funny and effortless and you feel lighter and happier because you did.

And that's priceless.