
Just when you think things are running smoothly and life couldn't get any better, the often invisible, but always present "
Man", feels it necessary to flex its power abusing muscles and strike your ass down... just to remind you who's boss. In my case, the "Man" comes in the form of the dashing,(gasp!) the daring,(oh my!) the dangerous,(Ahh!) the often imitated but never duplicated, Fort Collins Parking Enforcement Agency.
Seriously, fuck these people. Why would anyone ever want to work a job where you're automatically hated based solely on your job description? "Parking Enforcement Officer" just has such a negative connotation. It's beyond me really. Now in all fairness, I'm sure the majority of employees working for this prestigious branch of the city are good people just doing their shitty job and trying to make a living, which I respect. However, the actions of one of these parking nazis has forever solidified the utter disdain I hold towards the Fort Collins Parking Enforcement Agency, and so again I say, Fuck these people.
My little run in with the Fort Collins B-squad came a couple weeks ago on November 3rd, the day before the election. This is important to know, since I was at the courthouse downtown picking up a replacement ballot because my original ballot failed to arrive in the mail. So really, I could blame my misfortunes on the county clerk for not mailing me my ballot. Had I received said ballot in the mail, I would not have had to make the trip down town, I would not have parked in that space on 100 West Mountain Street, and I would not have gotten a fucking boot put on the Love Bus.

But, I digress. I could probably blame me being down town at that moment on a handful of different events that occurred during the day.
So long story short, I parked the bus across the street from the court house, went inside to get a new ballot, was in there for no longer then 15 minutes, and came out just in time to witness the finishing touches of the boot installation. Sweet.
Apparently I had an outstanding ticket for expired tags dated February of 2007. Which by my calculations was 21 months ago. Hmmmm.... not sure how that one slipped through the cracks. One of the only things I hate about the city of Fort Collins is their vigilante-esque approach to catching parking fugitives such as myself. They have these trucks with two cameras mounted on both sides in the back angled down so they can see the license plates of parked cars. These trucks slowly creep around town peeping at plates, just looking for anyone who might have an outstanding ticket or expired tags. They also have their goons walking about in
rent-a-cop uniforms doing the same thing. Is the city really hurting for cash that bad? Must be, cause that's how I got pinched.
Anyway, the point of this whole thing really is the encounter I had with officer FCN-320. This rat bastard... A little preface first, I am an extremely laid back and mellow person. I rarely ever get worked up or angry or stressed at anything, almost to a fault. That being said, I've never had a stronger urge to punch someone in the face than I did with this douche bag. When I came out of the court house, I saw from across the street the parking truck and the bright orange sticker on the driver's window. I ran over there, thinking the ticket was for parking in the 30-minute zone, but then noticed the boot. WTF?! And so it begins... This all went down at about 4:50pm-ish, right before the city offices close. Just my luck.
Me: (Utterly confused) Hey, what the hell is this for?!
Officer FCN-320: (Quite smugly) What do you think it's for?
Me: (Still confused) I have no clue dude....
Officer FCN-320: (Matter of factly) Unpaid parking tickets.
Me: (Completely baffled) What?? What unpaid tickets??
Officer FCN-320: (Condesending, talking slow as if I'm a fucking idiot) Unpaid expired tags ticket dated February 7th, 2007. Remember that?
Me: (A bit taken back, blood starting to boil) Obviously I don't remember that. That's from almost 2 years ago, I had absolutely no idea about this! Or else I would have taken care of it.
Officer FCN-320: (Pompously, with a smirk) Right buddy, I'm sure you had no idea. We sent you notifications in the mail, didn't get any of those I suppose?
Me: (Rage building) I didn't have any idea... And no, I didn't receive anything about this. Like I said, I would've taken care of it had I known. I've lived in two different places since then... Where did you send the notifications?
Oficer FCN-320: (Rudely) I have no idea. Not my job.
Me: (Closer to the edge) Shit! Can you take this off today if I go pay the ticket?
Officer FCN-320: (So pleased with himself, getting in the truck) Probably not.
Me: (Enraged) So how the hell am I supposed to get home!?!
Officer FCN-320: (Laughing as he drives away) Pssshhh, not my problem! Why don't you go pay your tickets on time for once?
Me: (*$%^@$#*^&!!!) Fuck you!!! I hope you like your job you fucking ass hole!!!!
And cut....
As it turns out, this chick parked right next to me also got a ticket from this dude and was talking shit to him too during our pleasant exchange. I can't remember what she said though...
Now, if officer FCN-320 would have simply said, in a somewhat remorseful tone, "You have an unpaid ticket for expired tags. I'm really sorry man, I'm just doing my job. If you go pay it right now we can take this off today," I would have still been mad, but not as much, and not at the dude. Just at the bull shit system of collections. But no, this self-righteous, arrogant mother fucker had this air of superiority about him, like he was so much better than me because of the minuscule power he possesses. The ticket and boot are not what set me off but the patronizing tone in which he spoke to me. Like I said, never have I wanted to punch another human as badly as I wanted to officer FCN-320.
So $125 for the unpaid ticket and $50 for the boot fee, for a grand total of $175. They stick it to ya every way they can. I went and tried to pay but it was like 4:57pm and of course only cash and checks are accepted, neither of which I had, and there wasn't an ATM in the building. No dice. I had to wait until the next morning, and I was hoping so bad officer FCN-320 would be the one to remove the boot so I could have a few more words with him. I wasn't that lucky though.
I wish I would've talked more shit to him during our conversation but I was so mad I couldn't think of anything quick enough. You know, something really mean and funny that would have made him feel like a piece of shit instead of the parking enforcement hero he thinks he is. Maybe something like, "What'd you fail out of the police academy?? You weren't good enough to be a cop so you work this garbage job?? Sweet life dude!"
Although I was visibly angry for a few moments, I managed to laugh at the situation and chill out. Luckily, a buddy came and picked us up and we didn't have to skate home. I even got a couple super cool cell phone photos of the boot n' me!


Moral of the story... Always think of funny shit to say to people so you're prepared for situations like this!