The other day I saw a parking enforcement deputy of justice catching some z's on her feet. Sleeping like cow in between sessions of shaking out the pocket change of senior citizens too confused to understand parking signs. Hopefully this is expected by her superiors and there is some sort of vibrating pager technology at work, much like one of those things the greeter at a Ruby Tuesday's gives a party of people willing to enter the pageantry of pretending they are about to eat good food. Something to jostle her from whatever state she was in whenever one of those new credit card parking machines calculates that a car might be over it's time.
Anyway I know, I know... Not ALL meter maids are assholes who sleep on their feet during working hours. All I'm saying is that this one particular meter maid was sleeping on her feet during working hours.
