A Tale of Two Parking Tickets

I received my first parking citation at the university almost five years ago. It was my first day of work at the Office of The Bursar. I was eighteen, a recent high school graduate in the awkward summer months before starting college. I had no idea what lay before me. I was starting my first real job.

The Bursar’s Office was on the ground floor of the old university library. It was a stately building of Coconino sandstone. It was sweltering in the summer. The fans ran nonstop from when we opened at 7 to when we closed at 4:30. Flies buzzed under the copper ceiling panels.

Fast forward nearly five years later. The night of the 2013 Super Bowl. I’m a college graduate, twenty-three years old, in that awkward year after finishing school and having little to no idea of how to spend my future. I had been watching the game (and making fun of the blackout) with my girlfriend and a few of our friends (all but one of whom I didn’t know five years ago).

I can’t help but be amazed by how far I’ve come in the span of two parking violations. That eighteen-year-old kid could never imagine my life now. My education, my friendships, my interests and my career path have evolved and changed radically in the last half-decade. That’s the nature of growing older — our plans are always in flux.

But some things haven’t changed. I still don’t know where I’m allowed to park.

— 30 —

When I’m not occupied ignoring posted warnings about required permits, you can find me on the Twitter machine: @jonnyeberle.

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Published by Jonny Eberle

Writer, photographer, blogger and filmmaker in the City of Destiny. You can find my blog at www.jweberle.com.

7 thoughts on “A Tale of Two Parking Tickets

  1. I think it’s almost soothing knowing that NAU parking will always be abysmal. At least you always have that consistency in your life — no matter where you go, who you’re with, what you’re doing, someone’s car will be getting towed at NAU for no justifiable reason.

    1. Thanks for reading! I’ve never been someone with an especially good sense of time, so when I find a device that allows me visualize its passage, I latch onto it. Next time, though, I’m hoping for something less expensive.

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