If one single thing threatens my relationship with my soon-to-be wife, it won't be my womanizing. That's just not me. It won't be the whiskey or the beer or the fact that I spend money like a drunken sailor or that night recently when I just didn't come home. She's pretty cool about those things. It's going to be parking tickets.
We share a car and it's registered in her name. The stupid number of tickets I rack up on a monthly basis, and then forget to pay, are the only reason she ever gets collections letters. And it only gets worse every spring when I manage to forget what day of the month it is and I get popped for parking on the wrong side of the street during street sweeping season. I can memorize the Rockies' schedule for those seven months between April and September (and hopefully into Rocktober) -- who's coming to town when and where the team is at any given moment -- but even with the aid of a clearly posted and permanent sign that sits just feet from where I park the car, I always forget street sweeping day.
So imagine my delight when I ran across a comment on Brofax.com (a great Denver-centric blog) plugging a site called MyMotorMaid.com that will send you email or text message reminders for up to four street sweeping days in your town. Just plug in the sweep schedule, your phone number or your email address, pick when you want to be reminded and the site will do the rest. Not sure what day is street sweeping day in your neighborhood, MyMotorMaid provides a link to Denver's Public Works map of the schedule.
The site states that it was created by "a small consortium of concerned citizens whom share an especially acute dislike of gratuitous and unneccessary vehicle parking regulation enforcement." Grammatical gaffes aside, the site also says that info plugged into their system will not be sold or distributed to any third party.
If you like this story, consider signing up for our email newsletters.
SHOW ME HOW
You have successfully signed up for your selected newsletter(s) - please keep an eye on your mailbox, we're movin' in!
But, honestly, I wouldn't care if they did. If these reminders start coming into my cell phone on time, and prevent even a single ticket -- and the marital strife that will ensue when I inevitably forget to pay it -- they could send me all the penis-enlargement ads they want to accompany this info. She might even consider that an added bonus. -- Sean Cronin