Alright, here's the situation. I'm forced to park the X on a public street in Los Angeles that requires you have a permit, posted and paid for, to park overnight on my street. It seems Ms. Overegregious Ticketwriter Bitch has it in for me: for the fourth time in 3 months, she has ticketed me for parking without a permit.

Here's the rub: Windows are tinted on the X, and, granted, it can be difficult to see the permit that hangs from the rear-view mirror--Instructions on the permit itself state "To be hung from rear-view mirror, or placed on the lower left portion of the rear bumper." Well, from my understanding, this is an 'either/or situation'...I can either post it or stick it to my bumper--2 choices. Not liking any adornment, much less a large yellow sticker with 1.5" numbers on it, I choose to hang it from the mirror.

Now Ms. Overegregious Ticketwriter Bitch, equipped with a high powered light attached to her car, is able to pan that light directly toward the rear view mirror to shine on a hologram box that reacts to the light...but she doesn't use it.. Instead, she chooses to peer from her car--if she doesn't see a pass, she electronically prints the ticket. In essence, she is not using the tools given her to do her job.

In LA, you can now only argue/contest ONE ticket per year. Win or loose the contest, you cannot appeal any other ticket you receive after that contest, for the next 12 months. The first ticket, I argued and won. 2 and 3, I reluctantly paid. I'm at my wits end. I don't want to put a sticker on my ride. This bitch knows I live here, knows my car, and continues to ticket me.

Tonight, when I confronted her and opened the door to show her the pass, she said "...It needs to be posted so I can see it..." WTF?? Use the tools you are given to do your job! I wanted to assault her--she got me so angry, but the old man inside my head me held me back. When she sped off then turned around to get the other side of the street, I wanted to ask her why she didn't use the light she was given to assist her in doing her job--attempting to flag her down and assuming she was going to stop, I stepped closer to her path--She gunned her vehicle and just missed running over both feet, which, If you know me, have been a bit delicate since my accident last summer.

This woman has me livid. Any ideas on how I should handle this, given the constraints? No irrational/vengence ideas, I'm just after some fairness. TIA, Marko