Some people love Twitter. Some people hate Twitter. Today I decided I love Twitter, especially for the Chicagoist‘s tweet reminding me that today is the very last day to get a new city sticker without paying the $40 late fee. Or the $120 ticket for not having one. Yep, a $120 ticket. That happened to me once. And that $120 missing from my bank account is now sitting in a beautiful flower pot on Michigan Ave. I hope the tourists are enjoying it.
The Foxy Focus has accumulated a few stickers on her windshield since living in Chicago. She displays them with pride. And in places where there were once stickers is gummy residue that linger despite extreme scrubbing efforts and Goo Gone. I guess a windshield never forgets.
The more I think about the stickers I’ve attempted to peel off Foxy, the more it makes me sad that I did it. Sure, the parking sticker collection makes Foxy’s windshield look cluttered, but peeling them off is almost like stripping her of earned badges of honor. Each sticker represents strength in overcoming in street parking adversities and clever skills in diverting parking meter attendants. And certainly, these feats warrant recognition.
There are many more distinguished vehicles on the city’s streets. Here are just a few of the honorees:
And the highest honor goes to:
So in other words, I’ll be using the “medal of honor” excuse if anyone asks why my car has so many stickers on its windshield. Unless anyone will take five crispy one dollar bills to remove those babies for me. Not everyone at once, ok.