Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Lovely Rita

Have I mentioned that, in most of the city, there are still no meter maids?* The fabric of life here has so many holes in it, some huge, some tiny, and after a while you just stop noticing. But really, no meter maids? That's kind of weird, particularly since they actually make money for the city, something this broke-ass town desperately needs. You'd think they could just retrain all of the urban planners they laid off,** send them out with their little ticket books, and watch the dollars roll in.

* Meter persons? What is the current term? In truth they are (were) all women.

** 'Cause, you know, we don't need those.

1 comment:

  1. 'cept when the Mardi Gras benches are out, because I got a ticket, damn it all. Where did the ticket master come from?