I did a lot of worrying about the ramifications of the allegations of the church members and the policeman that I was responsible for the slamming of the church bus into my parked car, but that little angel on my shoulder bailed me out again.
I mentioned before that my USAA insurance agent was on the phone when the policeman started to get irritated with me and accused me of willfully disobeying his repeated orders to me not to park (in a space I had never occupied before.) The agent was incredulous that I was accused of responsibility for the accident, and he reassured me that the charges were absurd. True to form, USAA came through with a generous check that more than covers the damage, and they told me to take the car anywhere I chose for repairs.
Nonetheless, the question of the parking space outside the store remains a mystery. I see cars parked there all the time, especially because parking is such an issue in downtown Black Mountain. Yesterday another policeman I hadn’t seen before was writing a ticket for a car parked in that spot. I went outside and asked him about the space.
He wouldn’t make eye contact with me, but remained absorbed in writing the apparently complicated ticket. “So is this a legal parking spot or not?” I asked.
Not looking up he grunted and then said, “State law forbids parking within thirty feet of an intersection.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then why isn’t the space clearly marked as illegal?”
He didn’t answer.
“If this is not a parking space, then the city should paint diagonal lines there, as they do on other spaces where one shouldn’t park,” I suggested.
“Yeah, I’ll be sure to pass that on,” he replied sarcastically.
Ron has already gone to the city to get answers to this question, and nothing has happened. My burning desire to get to the root of the problem has been extinguished by my generous insurance company, bit I still intend to chat with the police chief about these rogue cops. This is a small, friendly, safe town, and the police don’t need to cop an attitude.