So this is somewhat ironic after the lady in the wheelchair yelled at me for using the handicapped bathroom stall.

Tonight I ran to the mall to get a crown and dress for this weekend (more on that later) and I got a parking ticket for parking in a handicapped parking place. I was livid. Just livid. There was absolutely no sign marking the spot as handicapped. So what does a disgrunted attorney do?? Pulls out her camera phone and starts taking pictures of the lack of sign in front and the pavement (in Ohio, you can mark the pavement too) showing that because of the snow (since about 3 pm) you couldn't see the ground to see if anything was marked.

Then I went to the police station mad. And I mean, MAD. The officer who gave me the ticket first said, "look, it wasn't too bad, everyone else knew it was handicapped." And I'm really getting upset. Insisting that I can't see it. Showing him the pictures from my cell phone.

Then he said that he had to give tickets tot he car next to me and across from me. And now I'm even more convinced. The cars everywhere else other than where we were had signs! The four cars where they had just the pavement marked, THREE of them get tickets, and he insists that it's visible despite the snow, despite my pictures showing the contrary?

So now I'm raving. "There is no way I'm paying this ticket. I'm counsel for the city, and if I have to call they mayor, I'm not paying this ticket." So he says if I refuse to pay the ticket, he's getting the sargeant. Fine. Go ahead. Finally, the sargeant comes out. And I try again. I got this ticket. There is no sign. He says that the pavement is marked. I pull out my camera. "Where?" NOW it does some good, and he voided the ticket for me. (Perhaps because I said that I wouldn't pay for it and it wasn't worth fighting me over. Or because a clearly irrational woman was about to cry with frustration. Remember, I was told that I'm emotional during my review. And this extends to everything in life, not just work. Yeah...I'm an adult... Sigh. I know, this seems like the equivalent of a girl crying to get out of a ticket. But damnit, I did nothing wrong. I get a ticket I feel is undeserved, immediately go to the police station with pictures supporting my argument.

Now the shopping experience. First, I got a crown. Yay. That way I can be a princess. Well, not really with the dress that I got. It's not "princess-y" but more black tie-y. I can't figure out what a princess would wear anyway. I mean, Snow White wore rags.

First, I considered getting this dress just to see my friends' reaction. This dress was black with rindstones around the cut of the dress, and the front of the dress is cut more than six inches down the front. (Yes, I've got the chest to pull it off, even now.) But the downside -- the reason I don't wear such things is that I'm not comfortable at all in them. And just to see a reaction, I'd have to be uncomfortable all night. It was a tough decision. But I went with comfort and not shocking my friends. ;-) I ended up with a dress that was acceptable, but I don't love. So if I get a few hours sometime (right...) then I may go see if I can get another one.

I'm most excited about the crown though...