The Man Wins
Sep. 24th, 2003 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojIn March of this year, we got a $35 parking ticket. Promptly lost it. I tried to find it, but finally gave up and hurried down to the local City office to pay it before the fine went up (it goes up after 15 days, I think).
Got there, waited in line with both kids (a real treat), got to the front of the line, told my story to the clerk, gave her our plates... and she couldn't find any record of a fine on the computer.
Huh. We did have one, I said.
Yeah, either the officer made a typo or it's just not on the system yet. Sometimes it takes a while to get the computer records up to date.
Well... so what do we do? I can't come down here again, I had to move around my whole schedule to be here today-
Oh, don't worry, the City will mail you a reminder.
But I don't want to pay more than $35.
Heh, don't worry, it doesn't actually go up right away. The ticket says it does, but actually, it takes about six weeks. You'll get a reminder for the $35 amount.
OK.
We waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And then figured that probably the cop just made a typo, and woo-hoo, no fine for us.
This was back in March.
A few weeks ago, Chris got another parking ticket. Went to pay it and was told, That'll be $35 - oh, and there's another fine here. A very late one. March 2. $71.
What?!
Yes, it says here, you have an overdue unpaid fine.
But... we never got a notice for it.
It says that you were sent three notices. And it's probably going to be transferred to the collection agency.
What?!
So. I get on it. Call the city, go through about four menu choices, then wait, listening to I Am A Woman In Love and Blue Bayou and periodically being told that my call is important and an agent will be with me as soon as one is available.
Finally. A human being. I explain my situation.
Well, you'll have to call the Ministry of Transportation. Here's the number.
Call MTO. Five menu choices, and this time I get Pina Colada and Stayin' Alive. My call is very important, and an agent will be with me momentarily. Finally, a person who tells me to call the Something Something Info Line, at 1-800-BLA-BLAH.
Info Line. Six menu choices, Careless Whispers and Dancing Queen. My call is important. A person looks up my record, tells me that, indeed, I do have an outstanding fine. Which I know. And if I want an explanation as to why no message was sent to me, they don't keep that kind of information, but I should call the Parking Hotline. They will have the information I need.
Parking Hotline. Seven menu choices before I realize that there is no human being on this line, it's exclusively button-driven, I will hear no soothing music and nobody will reassure me that my call is important. I am crushed.
Back to the Info Line. You sent me into nothingness, I tell them. The Hotline is not so hot. My goodness, they say. You better go to the courthouse then, that's who issued the ticket.
So I go to the courthouse. As I approach the courthouse, I pass by City Hall, and wonder to myself how likely it is that the place I actually need to go is City Hall, since it seems a little much to handle parking violations in court.
You're right, says the info lady at the courthouse. Who sent you here? We don't do parking, that's next door, at City Hall.
No kidding, I say, and trudge back to City Hall. Where I am seen by three people before one tells me that the address on the March ticket is my London, Ontario address, and that's where all the notices went.
We moved to Ottawa more than a year before we got the ticket. I'm sure we must have changed the address.
You'll need to call MTO and have them send us written confirmation that your address had been changed before March of this year, the nice man says.
Call back MTO. Five menu choices, good old Pina Colada and Stayin' Alive, and my call is, once again, important.
MTO guy tells me that no, they don't keep records of when we changed our address - at least not available to the general public at the drop of a hat. But, he explains, after I calm down from a minor freak-out and apologize to him because it's not his fault that there's more red tape around paying a simple parking ticket than getting a new erectile dysfunction drug approved of by Health Canada, if I fax the following number (Special Parking Investigations) and send a cheque or money order for $6, my records may be faxed to me pending a search through the records...
Fuck it.
The Man Wins. The prize is $71.
Got there, waited in line with both kids (a real treat), got to the front of the line, told my story to the clerk, gave her our plates... and she couldn't find any record of a fine on the computer.
Huh. We did have one, I said.
Yeah, either the officer made a typo or it's just not on the system yet. Sometimes it takes a while to get the computer records up to date.
Well... so what do we do? I can't come down here again, I had to move around my whole schedule to be here today-
Oh, don't worry, the City will mail you a reminder.
But I don't want to pay more than $35.
Heh, don't worry, it doesn't actually go up right away. The ticket says it does, but actually, it takes about six weeks. You'll get a reminder for the $35 amount.
OK.
We waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And then figured that probably the cop just made a typo, and woo-hoo, no fine for us.
This was back in March.
A few weeks ago, Chris got another parking ticket. Went to pay it and was told, That'll be $35 - oh, and there's another fine here. A very late one. March 2. $71.
What?!
Yes, it says here, you have an overdue unpaid fine.
But... we never got a notice for it.
It says that you were sent three notices. And it's probably going to be transferred to the collection agency.
What?!
So. I get on it. Call the city, go through about four menu choices, then wait, listening to I Am A Woman In Love and Blue Bayou and periodically being told that my call is important and an agent will be with me as soon as one is available.
Finally. A human being. I explain my situation.
Well, you'll have to call the Ministry of Transportation. Here's the number.
Call MTO. Five menu choices, and this time I get Pina Colada and Stayin' Alive. My call is very important, and an agent will be with me momentarily. Finally, a person who tells me to call the Something Something Info Line, at 1-800-BLA-BLAH.
Info Line. Six menu choices, Careless Whispers and Dancing Queen. My call is important. A person looks up my record, tells me that, indeed, I do have an outstanding fine. Which I know. And if I want an explanation as to why no message was sent to me, they don't keep that kind of information, but I should call the Parking Hotline. They will have the information I need.
Parking Hotline. Seven menu choices before I realize that there is no human being on this line, it's exclusively button-driven, I will hear no soothing music and nobody will reassure me that my call is important. I am crushed.
Back to the Info Line. You sent me into nothingness, I tell them. The Hotline is not so hot. My goodness, they say. You better go to the courthouse then, that's who issued the ticket.
So I go to the courthouse. As I approach the courthouse, I pass by City Hall, and wonder to myself how likely it is that the place I actually need to go is City Hall, since it seems a little much to handle parking violations in court.
You're right, says the info lady at the courthouse. Who sent you here? We don't do parking, that's next door, at City Hall.
No kidding, I say, and trudge back to City Hall. Where I am seen by three people before one tells me that the address on the March ticket is my London, Ontario address, and that's where all the notices went.
We moved to Ottawa more than a year before we got the ticket. I'm sure we must have changed the address.
You'll need to call MTO and have them send us written confirmation that your address had been changed before March of this year, the nice man says.
Call back MTO. Five menu choices, good old Pina Colada and Stayin' Alive, and my call is, once again, important.
MTO guy tells me that no, they don't keep records of when we changed our address - at least not available to the general public at the drop of a hat. But, he explains, after I calm down from a minor freak-out and apologize to him because it's not his fault that there's more red tape around paying a simple parking ticket than getting a new erectile dysfunction drug approved of by Health Canada, if I fax the following number (Special Parking Investigations) and send a cheque or money order for $6, my records may be faxed to me pending a search through the records...
Fuck it.
The Man Wins. The prize is $71.
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Date: 2003-09-24 05:46 pm (UTC)Ohhhh, man. I'm sorry, Cir. That's some serious suckage, there.
The Man is evil. Anarchy and yadda yadda yadda i can't say overthrow the canadian government because i'm on a school computer but whatever. I'm sorry.
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Date: 2003-09-24 05:54 pm (UTC)ROFLMAO!!
Thanks. That hit the spot :)
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Date: 2003-09-24 10:07 pm (UTC)You told it amusingly, though. ;)
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Date: 2003-09-25 09:57 am (UTC)::bows::
i'mnotworthyi'mnotworthyi'mnotworthy :)
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Date: 2003-09-26 08:02 am (UTC)This is a bit like getting the prize for Most Awful Period Experience though, you know? It's a rather phyrric victory.