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i got off the train one morning and was walking to work. i see a parking enforcement mini-car talking to some pg&e guys with their trucks and orange cones. odd, i think. i keep walking. the meter maid zips around the trucks and i see the object of their interest. and yeah, i'm gonna call him a meter maid. even though he was male, buff, and od'd on testosterone. i'm an old fart. what can i say? so anywho, there's this bmw parked right in the middle of their work zone. would have been kind of hard to miss the tow away zone signs. the thought of a beemer in the pound gives me a chuckle. the "maid" looks at me and asks, is this yours? which gives me another chuckle. i just shake my head, no. i should have waved my skates at him. and said something witty like, here's my wheels. all eight of em.