my day in pictures

this post was supposed to be about my superior bureaucracy navigation skills ... about how i was able to say "no thank you" to the offer from the fencing contractor to get the permit because i am a master negotiator, a super bureaucrat and district of columbia red tape would be no match for my federal bureaucrat self ... about how i stuck it to the man and saved a boat load of money. that's what this post was supposed to be about - but, NO! instead this post is about how the district of columbia department of consumer and regulatory affairs is an abyss that sucks you in and spits you out without a second thought and without the permit for which you came ... about how when you leave you realize that you parked in restricted parking and your car has been towed ... about how the man tows your car and leaves no indication as to where it might be ... about how the only city office in the area open past 4:30 is the sex offender registry where the nice guard informs you that they don't actually tow to a lot, rather they simply dump the cars about a block away and leave them with a receipt for towing and a $100 ticket ... about when, after you read the receipt, you look down and realize that you have a flat ... and about how you should have just let the fencing contractor pull the permit in the first place.