While in Los Angeles last week for a volunteer meeting for the Human Rights Campaign gala dinner, I received a parking ticket. I was stumped because I’d nearly 15 minutes left on the meter after the short time spent in a nearby restaurant. Reaching for my cell to call and complain, I re-examined the citation closer (holding it an arm’s length away since I wasn’t wearing my glasses). Surprise! I wasn’t penalized for overstaying my welcome. Instead, the fee was for “No Front Plate.”
Undoubtedly, California has a law that requires all State registered autos have rear and front tags displayed. A new one on me, as that was never the case in other states in which I’d lived. I became even more puzzled because my car didn’t even have drill holes for a plate to be installed above its grill. With ticket now in hand, naturally, I started noticing that all vehicles driving on the road indeed had tags on both locations.
Griping that night to a friend about the incident, he wisecracked, “You’re a psychic, you shoulda seen that one coming!”
Well, he was sorta right. Here’s the scoop: A week and half prior to receiving the meter maid’s gift, I cleaned out my bedroom closet. Removing items from a top shelf, I discovered a license plate. “Why do I have an extra car tag?” I questioned. Five seconds later, I placed the tin object back where I found it. No follow up. No resolution. No wonder, I got a ticket. The tag placed in my path was a sign to pay attention. How much more effort would it’d taken for me to have called a friend (perhaps the same one who poked fun at me) and simply asked, “Do you have two car tags?” I would’ve received the answer I needed and, thus, installed the plate. And, saved myself $49.
Usually, I’m aware of signals from the Universe and pride myself in taking appropriate action. This time around, I didn’t get in front of the situation. But, my car tag is now, though!
Love and light,