Parking was an issue while we were in Omaha for the Teach Them Diligently Convention. With a high top conversion van we can hardly ever park in a covered lot since the van is too tall. When I registered, I was told that there was a parking lot in front of the CenturyLink Center where we could park for a fee.
Paying for parking just ticks my husband off. It just drives him crazy. He will park three miles away from somewhere to save two dollars. It’s a gene, I’m convinced that was passed down from his dad. So there we were.
Eight dollars might as well been his right arm, my husband would not do it. There was a perfectly good parking spot a stone’s throw away with a parking meter. Jason did the math and figured that even plugging the meter he would save something like $20 the three days of the conference. I did put up some argument although I knew I wouldn’t win this one. Still I gave my two cents. First of all I didn’t want him to be distracted and having to run off every couple of hours to plug the meter and second my concern was that he would have such a great time, he would forget to plug the meter and we would end up with a ticket, in which case he would pay more that the $8 a day. He was plugging the meter and told me not to worry.
Friday we were walking back to the van after a great day of workshops and visiting with friends. “Hey honey, you didn’t forget to plug the meter did you?” I asked.
He stopped mid stride. He went pale and panicking a little said, “Yeah I did! It’s only been about 20 minutes though.” Jason was carrying the heavy load so I walked more briskly. I had to know if we got a ticket. I walked up to where I could see the windshield. I just stood there looking. Then I looked back at him, but didn’t say anything. “Did we get a ticket?” he yelled, “just tell me!” I just stared at him.
As it turned out, when we got home from our trip there was a ticket waiting for me. Evidently I ran a stop light when driving in Fort Worth a few weeks ago. So Jason had fun razzing me about that!