San Francisco Shakedown

I’m about to pay a bullshit parking ticket from San Francisco because it will cost me more to research the actual grade of the street I had parked. It was nearly level, but I got a >3% wheels not curbed $50 ticket. The amount of time it would take to a) find out where in the byzantine beauraracy that piece of data is actually kept, and b) then go deal with the DPT is extraordinary. Were it not for the fact that it was given to a rented van, I would simply ignore the ticket, but the rental agency has my credit card number and would charge it. I suppose I could have argued that it was the Department’s burden of proof to demonstrate that the street WAS actually >3% grade, but that didn’t occur to me in the 4 weeks of LIFE that has trounced all over me. It is such absolute desperate bullshit and yet I still have to pay it because if I don’t pay it now, I will pay it later on my credit card, and then later (and more still) in interest. See Ceelo Green’s new song for my sentiments on the matter.