Today I took a suggestion from my cousin and:
I fed empty parking meters.
The anus-heads that are in charge of street parking in this city have placed parking meters along a major street near my work location that previously had few to no meters. I don’t drive, but I know it became a huge pain for those of my co-workers that do, as they now need to remember to run out to the street every two hours if they have to resort to parking there. I had to run to the post office during lunch, and I had many quarters in my jacket, so I used the rule of 15 minutes or less, and I inserted quarters into those meters that fit the description. Hopefully someone avoided a ticket.
If you’ll be so kind as to repay me by either (a) making it possible to be outside without losing feeling in my lower body or (b) re-establishing the Pizza Hut that was closed down near my apartment late last summer.
Fun factor: 7