I didn't mention at the time that I appealed the ticket.
Well, the Administrative Hearing Center of the City of New Orleans heard our case on April 4th, one of those star-chamber affairs, I reckon.
And we won!
Well, I think we won. Click on the image here and let me know if you think we won. The language could mean we lost. I'm not too certain, but I'm going to be optimistic and think that we won, even if we were "given a final warning"—a "warning" about "what," I'm sure I don't know, for sure.
However, notice the part where "NOT RESPONSIBLE" is circled. Then notice that part that says, "IF YOU MADE PAYMENT AT THE TIME OF CONTESTING AND WERE FOUND NOT RESPONSIBLE, YOU ARE DUE A REFUND. ANY REFUND MUST BE REQUESTED BY YOU."
Then there's the part about the refund ... I have to ask for it back now that I've won the judgment?
Well, you know how much I hate asking anyone for money (donation gadgets notwithstanding). But I will.
In fact, I have. Of course, a person might have thought the appeal itself was a manner of requesting the money back; but I'm going to play by your rules and spell it out in another letter.
The funny thing about all this—I mean, aside from the hilarity of commonplace highway robbery—is that what we wound up appealing turned out to be the twenty-dollar parking ticket. No part of the appeal encompassed the towing charge of $153.00.
It's a little like Bobby not having to pay the annual $15.00 fee for his Residential Parking Permit because of his age, but still having to pay the $40.00 processing fee for his Residential Parking Permit.
Gotta love a city government that functions as its own proud snake-oil salesman.
Or maybe not.