Worlds self of the fines involved with parking a vehical in the transit space -something like $400., three points on my licence , endless grief and not to mention the lawsuit I will lose when grandma wipes-out getting off the bus which is ill parked because of ME, and how that financial disaster will destroy my life for evermore....... What is this? I swear this guy was reading from his Transit-guy text. A little faith in the better half of authoritiy’s interpretive faculties can get you in lots o’ trouble. So I consider my position further and decide that I am standiing on some great precipice with two choices, fall or don’t fall. And where the hell have I been? I feel like I’ve been brought back to some evil reality I’ve been up to this point refusing. But is this guy trying to help me as a father would a confused child? I decide that falling for this guy’s struggle with how to put on a show is a waste. I say thanks DAD. You’ ve straightened things out for me again. You’re great. Gee. And Transit-guy drives off satisfied that he is helping to make the world a better place. I consider further..:;.. I figure I know about traffic, for instance. The unwritten bits of info you aquire during long hours of downtown traffic negotiation on a bicycle. As a driver you may agree with this sense of how things REALLY work, and the give-and- take kind of relationships vehicle operators find themselves in with one another. . Geez(exclamation) On the back of every bus, there’s a little reminder sou. something like “THANKS FOR THE BREAK” with a hand gesturing a friendly wave to illustrate the point further. Exactly. Gimmy a break. This unwritten code of ethics is something we all use at some point to keep things tangible and “incident- low”. At very best it seems to bring a humanitarian element forth which helps when dealing with such things as trafffic signals and stop signs and many people at crosswalks and even the knob riding his bike on the sidewalk or the horrid energy spewing from a completely freaked-out, redd- faced middle-ager behind the wheel, choked about somthing not obvious to anyone....... Mr. Ticket-guy, c’mon. Chill-out. Somehow I think no one really hears anything they aren’t open to. And the voice of reality barks out principles designed for the good of the many, the lowest common denominator, speaking forth tohquelle my humble requests for what?....... creative interpretation? There seems to be at least two ways of seeing this picture.I say an interpretive break is good—as in my case of the ill-parked car. Ticket-guy says it’s bad. I shrug and consider other ways to influence the minds shaped by hard-truth modernism, if only to show them something different. Heading off to Safeway, I’m still clouded by a lingering disgust. I feel like I’ve just lost a letter grade on my_Compassion In The Twenti- eth Century paper because I forgot to dot a few i’s.High school was such fun. Somehow I think no one really hears anything they aren't open to. Worlds self of the fines involved with parking a vehical in the transit space -something like $400., three points on my licence , endless grief and not to mention the lawsuit I will lose when grandma wipes-out getting off the bus which is ill parked because of ME, and how that financial disaster will destroy my life for evermore. What is this? I swear this guy was reading from his Transit-guy text, A little faith in the better half of authoritiy’s interpretive faculties can get you in lots 0” trouble. So I consider my position further and decide that I'am standing on some great precipice with two choices, fall or don’t fall. And where the hell have I been? I feel like I've been brought back to some evil reality I’ve been up to this, point refusing. But is this guy trying to help me as a father would a confused child? I decide that falling for this guy's struggle with how to put on a show is a waste. I say thanks DAD. You've straightened things out for me again. You're great. Gee. And Transit-guy drives off satisfied that he is helping to make the world a better place. I consider further. 1 figure I know about traffic, for instance. The unwritten bits of info you aquire during long hours of downtown traffic negotiation on a bicycle. As a driver you may agree with this sense of how things REALLY work, and the give-and- take kind of relationships vehicle operators find themselves in with one another. Geez(exclamation) On the back of every bus, there’s a little reminder something like “THANKS FOR THE BREAK” with a hand gesturing a friendly wave to illustrate the point further. Exactly. Gimmy a break. This unwritten code of ethics is something we all use’at some point to keep things tangible and “incident- low”. At very best it seems to bring a humanitarian element forth which helps when dealing with such things as trafffic signals and stop signs and many people at crosswalks and even the knob riding his bike on the sidewalk or the horrid energy spewing from a completely freaked-out, redd- faced middle-ager behind the wheel, choked about somthing not obvious to anyone. Mr. Ticket-guy, c'mon. Chill-out ‘Somehow I think no one really hears anything they aren't open to. And the voice of reality barks out principles designed for the good of the many, the lowest common denominator, speaking forth tohquelle my humble requests for what?.......cteative interpretation? There seems to be at least two ways of seeing this picture.I say an interpretive break is go0d—as in my case of the ill-parked car. Ticket-guy says it’s bad. I shrug and consider other ways to influence the minds shaped by hard-truth ‘modernism, if only to show them something different. Heading off to Safeway, I’m still clouded by a lingering disgust. I feel like I’ve just lost a letter grade on my Compassion In The Twenti- ‘th Century paper because I forgot to dot a few i's.High school was such fun. Somehow I think no one really hears anything they aren't open to.