Oneday, Momfoundaparkingticketonourcar. Theticketsaiditwasagainstthelawtoparkwherewehadparked. TheticketsaidMomhadtopaytothecity. Mompointedacrossthestreet.
“Seehowthatcurbispaintedred?” sheaskedme.
“Seethosesignsthattellyounottoparkthere?” sheadded.
Ourparkingspothadnosigns. Theredpaintinourcurbwasveryfaded.
Momtooksomephotoswithherphone.
“Wearegoingtofightthisticket,” shesaid.
“Thesephotoswillhelp,” sheadded.
So, wewenttocourt. Momtoldthejudgeourstory. Sheshowedhimourphotos.Thejudgelookedatthephotos. ThejudgelookedatMom.
“Iagreewithyou,” thejudgesaid.
Wedidnothavetopay! Momthankedhim, andweleft. Momtookmeoutforicecream. Wewereverycarefulwhereweparked!