The holiday hoopla is ramping up. The traffic is heavy and there’s no parking. A spin through the Square nets us no parking.
We find a questionable spot in a neighborhood two blocks away. The nose of the car kisses the adjacent driveway but what can we do? We’re late. It’s a little past seven o’clock as my friend Christy and I rush towards Teller’s in Hyde Park for our friend’s 40th birthday celebration.
Walking briskly up Edwards, I pull a handful of quarters from my pocket and start feeding meters as we walk towards the Square.
“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing,” I start.
She shakes her head no. “I know you well enough to know exactly what you’re doing.”
I smile and drop another quarter in a meter. Looking more closely at the blinking read-out I see in red print: Please Pay Between the Hours of 8 am – 6 pm
“It’s after six!” I say, stating the obvious.
“I wondered why you were putting quarters in,” she says.
I’m counting this as a random act of kindness towards the city tax collector.