During a Sunday evening of filming of “Twelve Ways to Say ‘I’m Sorry'”, I parked at the corner of de la Commune and St. Laurent, between the curb and the fire hydrant in the photo below.
Upon returning to my car, I discovered a parking ticket for parking within five meters of the corner.
Did you know you can’t park within five meters of a corner? I don’t think anybody does. That’s 15 feet, give or take. Give 15 feet of parking space in this city, and it will be taken by somebody parking a car.
I was doubly upset because I followed the signage on the road, labelled Sign 1 and Sign 2 in the photo above.
I’ve decided to fight this ticket rather than pay the $57.
I sent an e-mail to the City of Montreal to ask whether the parking regulations stipulate: a) that there’s no parking allowed at any time, except that delivery vehicles may park there 9h-17h Monday to Friday; or b) that any vehicle may park there any time except 9h-17h Monday to Friday when only delivery vehicles may park there?
The commonly accepted interpretation is b), and the city’s answer confirmed that. That is the keystone of my defence.
The signage clearly indicates that the spot I was in is reserved for deliveries 7 a.m. to 5 p.m., but it implies through the parking regulations – and confirmed by the city – that parking is legal there at all other times. If parking were not legal there, the sign would indicate no parking at any time.
I sent in my explanation and photographic evidence.
There is a tangential issue as well: who the heck gets or gives tickets for parking within five meters of a corner? I wondered that, too, for five days – until the Gazette published a small article that informed its readers that the Green Onions (Montreal’s parking ticket agents) would be cracking down on this offence.
Sorry for the delay in posting. I try not to go more than three days without throwing something out here.
I have no memory of what I did Saturday, so it was either very good or very dull. Sunday I spent with the family and Stuart and a new house guest, Janet, at the St. Laurent street sale and the Eureka science exhibition at the Old Port. I was the only person able to keep the RC aircraft sim in the air for more than 30 seconds at that booth. Still, the activity reaffirmed my desire not to watch hundreds of dollars worth of flying parts disassemble on impact. I’ll keep my flying to things I can sit in or in front of.
Oh, wait – I remember Saturday now. We went to a dinner/pool party and made sushi. I had taken some allergy pills that made me drowsy. I was relaxing on a sofa-swing when the boy jumped on me and spilled my apple-tini on my shirt. I washed it off and had a nap. The mosquitoes woke me and I was grumpy, then Elvi accidentally dumped a chocolate-tini on my again dry shirt. I threw my (plastic) glass down and stomped off to the car to get more sleep. Good times.
Yesterday, I taught (sort of; it was an in-class assignment) then helped Alex with credits for the short. I saw a rough cut – it’s funny and it works, but it feels a bit squeezed into the six minutes we have to work with.
Alex also asked me to check out a script he submitted to iScript, which takes your script and assembles a cast of readers to perform it. It’s like out TriggerStreet gang, but with more talent and for $175 (US). I haven’t listened to it yet, but my initial suspicion is that you could record (and feed) a local gang of hungry actors for less, much less if you can borrow a microphone and recorder.
Bonus on Child One:
Child One achieved the highest score in her school for this year’s Gauss Contest (math).
Bonus fantasy baseball trade:
I sent away Bob Wickman (and a warm body in Tony Graffanino) for Chris Sampson and Marcus Giles.
I took the train Wednesday night and despite my time bonus (q.v.) I didn’t stock up on food for the trip. I ate a $4.75 VIA Rail egg sandwich for supper. The train was 40 minutes late because it had to slow down to pass work crews.
At Union Station, I took the subway two stops to Queen St. The exit dumped me on the north side of Queen, which temporarily disoriented me because I’d been traveling north on the subway. I walked west thinking it was east, but I figured it out when I hit Yonge St. I grabbed the streetcar to my sister’s place. The ride was surprisingly quick.
My sister let me in and I checked my e-mail and had cole slaw and chocolate-chip cookies for supper. I tried to engage my little brother in a Google chat but could only pry six words out of him. My sister’s guest room was hot, the ceiling fan went “clicka clicka clicka” and buses and streetcars passed outside the open window throughout the night. I’ve had more restful nights.
Our meeting with the JWVC went well. After Lou spent some time telling us stories, we got down to business. We are not the first group to propose a film, but we may wind up the first successful project. Lou took the three of us out for lunch afterward.
I didn’t say much in the meeting, but I listened. On the surface, it might not have seemed worth the trip but, as I told Mike, I gained much more out of the conversation than I would have hearing about it second-hand.
For the trip home, I stashed a burger from Harvey’s in my bag, along with a copy of Air Enthusiast ($20!), which I want to pitch later this summer. Oh, and while VIA Rail trumpets its WiFi service, it doesn’t tell you it costs $9 an hour, not that I have a laptop battery that will last that long. I did break down and buy another power cord/adapter for my Dell because Dell is glacially slow in filling its recall replacements, but the train has no outlets to plug into.
I’m also left wondering who approved the bullets-through-glass upholstery pattern on the train seats….