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A dramatic tale of woe, anger, and triumph!
#1
Posted 06 November 2004 - 12:37 PM
So as some of you know, I received a parking ticket from our friendly-neighborhood UCF Parking Nazis last September. The citation read "No Permit displayed." "Hrmm," I thought to myself, "this is quite odd. I bought a permit only a month ago, had it displayed in my car, never received a ticket within that month window, and now all of a sudden I get a ticket..."
Needless to say I was pissed.
So what do I do? I think it's safe to say that you will get at least 1 parking ticket in your entire UCF career. So I'm sure we all know what to do with bullshit tickets: appeal them!
I went to the Parking Nazi HQ by the Marketplace, and requested an appeal form. I asked the guy there if I'd have a better chance at speaking with the committee in person, rather than via written submission. He said there's no difference. So, realizing that the committee will meet at the same time I have a class, I decided to do a written submission.
I turned it in and was told that I'd get a letter in the mail a few days after the 15th of October.
October came and went, and I received no word. I realized then that possibly I gave them my old address (in case you don't know, I had to move to a different apartment thanks to those lovely hurricanes). So this past Monday, I visited Parking Nazi HQ again and asked if there was any word on my appeal. It turns out that it WAS, in fact, sent to my old address, and that my appeal was DENIED!!!!11!#^%@#^&(!@$!#@
What the FUCK?!?!?!?!?
There was nothing else on that paper. No reason, no number, no nothing! Just, "DENIED" in big bold letters.
Now in case you don't know this, when you submit an appeal, you sign a form saying that the committee's decision is final! If they do not approve it, you're stuck with the citation.
"Fuck that!" I said. So I then proceded to argue with the girl behind the reinforced window (I wonder why it's reinforced?). I explained to her my story and how this is all bogus. She turned off her speaker and talked with her supervisor. She eventually came back to me and asked if I explained my story to the guy who gave me the appeal form (WTF?).
I replied, "No... I didn't know I was supposed to. I thought the purpose of the appeal forms was to APPEAL my damn ticket!" Wouldn't that make sense? Oh but wait, I go to school at UCF! LOL!!!!11
She then said that since I signed that waiver that the committee's word is final, I'm stuck with the ticket. ::grumble:: I then walked away, thanking her for nothing, with my tail in between my legs, pissed off and upset that I'm stuck with such an outrageous citation.
That night, as I drove to work, I began pondering the circumstances regarding my ticket. Firstly, to get a ticket, I must have bene in violation of something. The violation on the ticket read that I had no permit displayed. Wait a minute! I was never in violation of ANYTHING to begin with! What the hell?! Secondly, I filled out and signed that appeal form under the impression that I can get my bogus violation dismissed. But again, I was never under any real violation, so really that waiver that I signed is null and void!
Now I was all fired up!
I returned to Parking Nazi HQ two days later and immediately asked to speak with the supervisor. The clown behind the window said I had to set up an appointment. Talk about adding fuel to the fire... I said to him that I don't have time to set one up because my citation was DUE that day! He was speechless, so then I proceeded to explain to him everything that's happened so far. I explained to him how this ticket was bogus, and I shouldn't have to pay for it regardless of the committee's decision!
I guess UCF hires the finest retards they can because then he tried telling me that the parking committee is a part of UCF, whereas the Parking Services aren't.
Fed up with his stupidity, I asked him if I set up an appointment would I be able to get an extension on my citation. He then asked me to hold for a moment while he goes and asks his supervisor.
I waited for about 5 minutes or so. He finally returned and told me to go into the side door.
This is it! My chance! I'll be able to infaltrate enemy HQ and undo their evil grasp in my dominion!
I walked up to the door, rang the buzzer, and walked in. I was greeted by a woman behind a desk, who told me to sit down. For the 761,192nd time, I explained my situation to the enemy. I also pointed out to her that I purchased my permit a MONTH before I received the citation, so it would be stupid of me NOT to display it! She acknowledged this and read back to me the exact dates I purchased my permit, and received my ticket, confirming my story. After 5 minutes of fierce battle, she called her supervisor, and talked with her on the phone.
She got off the phone a minute later, looked at her computer, then turned to me... "We don't normally do this, but we're going to go ahead and dismiss your citation."
OH MY GOD!!!! FINALLY!!!! VICTORY IS MINE!!!!
My ego satisfied, my pride intact, and my balls itchy, I stood up, thanked her, walked out the door, scratched my nuts and drove home proud!
Needless to say I was pissed.
So what do I do? I think it's safe to say that you will get at least 1 parking ticket in your entire UCF career. So I'm sure we all know what to do with bullshit tickets: appeal them!
I went to the Parking Nazi HQ by the Marketplace, and requested an appeal form. I asked the guy there if I'd have a better chance at speaking with the committee in person, rather than via written submission. He said there's no difference. So, realizing that the committee will meet at the same time I have a class, I decided to do a written submission.
I turned it in and was told that I'd get a letter in the mail a few days after the 15th of October.
October came and went, and I received no word. I realized then that possibly I gave them my old address (in case you don't know, I had to move to a different apartment thanks to those lovely hurricanes). So this past Monday, I visited Parking Nazi HQ again and asked if there was any word on my appeal. It turns out that it WAS, in fact, sent to my old address, and that my appeal was DENIED!!!!11!#^%@#^&(!@$!#@
What the FUCK?!?!?!?!?
There was nothing else on that paper. No reason, no number, no nothing! Just, "DENIED" in big bold letters.
Now in case you don't know this, when you submit an appeal, you sign a form saying that the committee's decision is final! If they do not approve it, you're stuck with the citation.
"Fuck that!" I said. So I then proceded to argue with the girl behind the reinforced window (I wonder why it's reinforced?). I explained to her my story and how this is all bogus. She turned off her speaker and talked with her supervisor. She eventually came back to me and asked if I explained my story to the guy who gave me the appeal form (WTF?).
I replied, "No... I didn't know I was supposed to. I thought the purpose of the appeal forms was to APPEAL my damn ticket!" Wouldn't that make sense? Oh but wait, I go to school at UCF! LOL!!!!11
She then said that since I signed that waiver that the committee's word is final, I'm stuck with the ticket. ::grumble:: I then walked away, thanking her for nothing, with my tail in between my legs, pissed off and upset that I'm stuck with such an outrageous citation.
That night, as I drove to work, I began pondering the circumstances regarding my ticket. Firstly, to get a ticket, I must have bene in violation of something. The violation on the ticket read that I had no permit displayed. Wait a minute! I was never in violation of ANYTHING to begin with! What the hell?! Secondly, I filled out and signed that appeal form under the impression that I can get my bogus violation dismissed. But again, I was never under any real violation, so really that waiver that I signed is null and void!
Now I was all fired up!
I returned to Parking Nazi HQ two days later and immediately asked to speak with the supervisor. The clown behind the window said I had to set up an appointment. Talk about adding fuel to the fire... I said to him that I don't have time to set one up because my citation was DUE that day! He was speechless, so then I proceeded to explain to him everything that's happened so far. I explained to him how this ticket was bogus, and I shouldn't have to pay for it regardless of the committee's decision!
I guess UCF hires the finest retards they can because then he tried telling me that the parking committee is a part of UCF, whereas the Parking Services aren't.
Fed up with his stupidity, I asked him if I set up an appointment would I be able to get an extension on my citation. He then asked me to hold for a moment while he goes and asks his supervisor.
I waited for about 5 minutes or so. He finally returned and told me to go into the side door.
This is it! My chance! I'll be able to infaltrate enemy HQ and undo their evil grasp in my dominion!
I walked up to the door, rang the buzzer, and walked in. I was greeted by a woman behind a desk, who told me to sit down. For the 761,192nd time, I explained my situation to the enemy. I also pointed out to her that I purchased my permit a MONTH before I received the citation, so it would be stupid of me NOT to display it! She acknowledged this and read back to me the exact dates I purchased my permit, and received my ticket, confirming my story. After 5 minutes of fierce battle, she called her supervisor, and talked with her on the phone.
She got off the phone a minute later, looked at her computer, then turned to me... "We don't normally do this, but we're going to go ahead and dismiss your citation."
OH MY GOD!!!! FINALLY!!!! VICTORY IS MINE!!!!
My ego satisfied, my pride intact, and my balls itchy, I stood up, thanked her, walked out the door, scratched my nuts and drove home proud!



#2
Posted 06 November 2004 - 01:04 PM
awesome! that should make for a proud while...so u can make ur 40 day challenge!
XBL -- TEH BUDMAN13


"Proper punctuation makes the difference in helping your uncle, Jack, off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse."


"Proper punctuation makes the difference in helping your uncle, Jack, off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse."
#7
Posted 07 November 2004 - 05:03 AM
There are other ways around the tickets....just wont say here ;)
#8
Posted 06 November 2004 - 12:37 PM
So as some of you know, I received a parking ticket from our friendly-neighborhood UCF Parking Nazis last September. The citation read "No Permit displayed." "Hrmm," I thought to myself, "this is quite odd. I bought a permit only a month ago, had it displayed in my car, never received a ticket within that month window, and now all of a sudden I get a ticket..."
Needless to say I was pissed.
So what do I do? I think it's safe to say that you will get at least 1 parking ticket in your entire UCF career. So I'm sure we all know what to do with bullshit tickets: appeal them!
I went to the Parking Nazi HQ by the Marketplace, and requested an appeal form. I asked the guy there if I'd have a better chance at speaking with the committee in person, rather than via written submission. He said there's no difference. So, realizing that the committee will meet at the same time I have a class, I decided to do a written submission.
I turned it in and was told that I'd get a letter in the mail a few days after the 15th of October.
October came and went, and I received no word. I realized then that possibly I gave them my old address (in case you don't know, I had to move to a different apartment thanks to those lovely hurricanes). So this past Monday, I visited Parking Nazi HQ again and asked if there was any word on my appeal. It turns out that it WAS, in fact, sent to my old address, and that my appeal was DENIED!!!!11!#^%@#^&(!@$!#@
What the FUCK?!?!?!?!?
There was nothing else on that paper. No reason, no number, no nothing! Just, "DENIED" in big bold letters.
Now in case you don't know this, when you submit an appeal, you sign a form saying that the committee's decision is final! If they do not approve it, you're stuck with the citation.
"Fuck that!" I said. So I then proceded to argue with the girl behind the reinforced window (I wonder why it's reinforced?). I explained to her my story and how this is all bogus. She turned off her speaker and talked with her supervisor. She eventually came back to me and asked if I explained my story to the guy who gave me the appeal form (WTF?).
I replied, "No... I didn't know I was supposed to. I thought the purpose of the appeal forms was to APPEAL my damn ticket!" Wouldn't that make sense? Oh but wait, I go to school at UCF! LOL!!!!11
She then said that since I signed that waiver that the committee's word is final, I'm stuck with the ticket. ::grumble:: I then walked away, thanking her for nothing, with my tail in between my legs, pissed off and upset that I'm stuck with such an outrageous citation.
That night, as I drove to work, I began pondering the circumstances regarding my ticket. Firstly, to get a ticket, I must have bene in violation of something. The violation on the ticket read that I had no permit displayed. Wait a minute! I was never in violation of ANYTHING to begin with! What the hell?! Secondly, I filled out and signed that appeal form under the impression that I can get my bogus violation dismissed. But again, I was never under any real violation, so really that waiver that I signed is null and void!
Now I was all fired up!
I returned to Parking Nazi HQ two days later and immediately asked to speak with the supervisor. The clown behind the window said I had to set up an appointment. Talk about adding fuel to the fire... I said to him that I don't have time to set one up because my citation was DUE that day! He was speechless, so then I proceeded to explain to him everything that's happened so far. I explained to him how this ticket was bogus, and I shouldn't have to pay for it regardless of the committee's decision!
I guess UCF hires the finest retards they can because then he tried telling me that the parking committee is a part of UCF, whereas the Parking Services aren't.
Fed up with his stupidity, I asked him if I set up an appointment would I be able to get an extension on my citation. He then asked me to hold for a moment while he goes and asks his supervisor.
I waited for about 5 minutes or so. He finally returned and told me to go into the side door.
This is it! My chance! I'll be able to infaltrate enemy HQ and undo their evil grasp in my dominion!
I walked up to the door, rang the buzzer, and walked in. I was greeted by a woman behind a desk, who told me to sit down. For the 761,192nd time, I explained my situation to the enemy. I also pointed out to her that I purchased my permit a MONTH before I received the citation, so it would be stupid of me NOT to display it! She acknowledged this and read back to me the exact dates I purchased my permit, and received my ticket, confirming my story. After 5 minutes of fierce battle, she called her supervisor, and talked with her on the phone.
She got off the phone a minute later, looked at her computer, then turned to me... "We don't normally do this, but we're going to go ahead and dismiss your citation."
OH MY GOD!!!! FINALLY!!!! VICTORY IS MINE!!!!
My ego satisfied, my pride intact, and my balls itchy, I stood up, thanked her, walked out the door, scratched my nuts and drove home proud!
Needless to say I was pissed.
So what do I do? I think it's safe to say that you will get at least 1 parking ticket in your entire UCF career. So I'm sure we all know what to do with bullshit tickets: appeal them!
I went to the Parking Nazi HQ by the Marketplace, and requested an appeal form. I asked the guy there if I'd have a better chance at speaking with the committee in person, rather than via written submission. He said there's no difference. So, realizing that the committee will meet at the same time I have a class, I decided to do a written submission.
I turned it in and was told that I'd get a letter in the mail a few days after the 15th of October.
October came and went, and I received no word. I realized then that possibly I gave them my old address (in case you don't know, I had to move to a different apartment thanks to those lovely hurricanes). So this past Monday, I visited Parking Nazi HQ again and asked if there was any word on my appeal. It turns out that it WAS, in fact, sent to my old address, and that my appeal was DENIED!!!!11!#^%@#^&(!@$!#@
What the FUCK?!?!?!?!?
There was nothing else on that paper. No reason, no number, no nothing! Just, "DENIED" in big bold letters.
Now in case you don't know this, when you submit an appeal, you sign a form saying that the committee's decision is final! If they do not approve it, you're stuck with the citation.
"Fuck that!" I said. So I then proceded to argue with the girl behind the reinforced window (I wonder why it's reinforced?). I explained to her my story and how this is all bogus. She turned off her speaker and talked with her supervisor. She eventually came back to me and asked if I explained my story to the guy who gave me the appeal form (WTF?).
I replied, "No... I didn't know I was supposed to. I thought the purpose of the appeal forms was to APPEAL my damn ticket!" Wouldn't that make sense? Oh but wait, I go to school at UCF! LOL!!!!11
She then said that since I signed that waiver that the committee's word is final, I'm stuck with the ticket. ::grumble:: I then walked away, thanking her for nothing, with my tail in between my legs, pissed off and upset that I'm stuck with such an outrageous citation.
That night, as I drove to work, I began pondering the circumstances regarding my ticket. Firstly, to get a ticket, I must have bene in violation of something. The violation on the ticket read that I had no permit displayed. Wait a minute! I was never in violation of ANYTHING to begin with! What the hell?! Secondly, I filled out and signed that appeal form under the impression that I can get my bogus violation dismissed. But again, I was never under any real violation, so really that waiver that I signed is null and void!
Now I was all fired up!
I returned to Parking Nazi HQ two days later and immediately asked to speak with the supervisor. The clown behind the window said I had to set up an appointment. Talk about adding fuel to the fire... I said to him that I don't have time to set one up because my citation was DUE that day! He was speechless, so then I proceeded to explain to him everything that's happened so far. I explained to him how this ticket was bogus, and I shouldn't have to pay for it regardless of the committee's decision!
I guess UCF hires the finest retards they can because then he tried telling me that the parking committee is a part of UCF, whereas the Parking Services aren't.
Fed up with his stupidity, I asked him if I set up an appointment would I be able to get an extension on my citation. He then asked me to hold for a moment while he goes and asks his supervisor.
I waited for about 5 minutes or so. He finally returned and told me to go into the side door.
This is it! My chance! I'll be able to infaltrate enemy HQ and undo their evil grasp in my dominion!
I walked up to the door, rang the buzzer, and walked in. I was greeted by a woman behind a desk, who told me to sit down. For the 761,192nd time, I explained my situation to the enemy. I also pointed out to her that I purchased my permit a MONTH before I received the citation, so it would be stupid of me NOT to display it! She acknowledged this and read back to me the exact dates I purchased my permit, and received my ticket, confirming my story. After 5 minutes of fierce battle, she called her supervisor, and talked with her on the phone.
She got off the phone a minute later, looked at her computer, then turned to me... "We don't normally do this, but we're going to go ahead and dismiss your citation."
OH MY GOD!!!! FINALLY!!!! VICTORY IS MINE!!!!
My ego satisfied, my pride intact, and my balls itchy, I stood up, thanked her, walked out the door, scratched my nuts and drove home proud!



#9
Posted 06 November 2004 - 01:04 PM
awesome! that should make for a proud while...so u can make ur 40 day challenge!
XBL -- TEH BUDMAN13


"Proper punctuation makes the difference in helping your uncle, Jack, off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse."


"Proper punctuation makes the difference in helping your uncle, Jack, off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse."
#14
Posted 07 November 2004 - 05:03 AM
There are other ways around the tickets....just wont say here ;)
#15
Posted 17 December 2010 - 07:06 PM
lol a hurricane pwned your apartment




I touch myself, for a buck I'll touch you.
#17
Posted 17 December 2010 - 08:14 PM
These fucking zombies keep coming back. I was still in middle school when this was originally posted...
#19
Posted 18 December 2010 - 12:34 PM
ibfreeekout, on 17 December 2010 - 08:14 PM, said:
These fucking zombies keep coming back. I was still in middle school when this was originally posted...
Oh god I feel old.
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