Parking Meters are for Sissies!

So Ben and I ran downtown today (actually we drove...he'd never be able to keep up with me) to go to the office supplies store where the church has an account to buy some stuff. I circled the block to find a parking spot and found one on Grafton Street. Now the moment I pulled into the spot, the car beside us backed out. Not wanting to pay for the few minutes we'd be inside, I quickly backed out of the spot and drove into that one to find 3 MINUTES still left on that meter. After Ben volunteering to put in a dime (the cheapskate) we noticed that the machine did not take dimes. So refusing to waste a quarter for 5 minutes I decided to make a run for it. We bolted inside (saying a quick "hi" to Lisa at the shoe store and asking her if they sold any shoes...), ran up to the store, picked up the supplies we needed, zoomed back out to the van and made it in time to not get a ticket! Bwa-ha-haaaa! I am amazing, aren't I? And incredibly humble too. I once won a humility award and was given a "Most Humble Person" button, but the committee took it away because I wore it. (I am so cheap...I love it...Toast is the best!)