“Don’t forget to move your car,” my dad said. “It’s a thirty-seven dollar ticket for parking in front of our house.”
“Thirty-seven exactly? And you knew that off the top of your head?”
“Of course I did. Want to see the check stub? You can pay by credit card, but there’s a one dollar fee for that.”
“Don’t worry, Dad. If any cops see my fifteen-year-old car parked in Upper Montclair, they’ll skip the ticket and just tow me away.”
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