We recently drove down to Texas for a short spring break visit. On a remote backroad in southern Colorado, a state trooper pulled me over and showed no mercy. I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of paying a shockingly high fine. My calculated risk did not pay off.
Then I remembered back to the parking wardens in Thame, Oxfordshire, England, where we lived from 1995–1998. That town of 11,000 people had a full-time parking enforcement officer. When you arrived downtown, parking had to be paid for and no parking was free.
Be thankful that you can park for free — or that you’ve driven for a while without being pulled over.