Thursday I needed to pick up Mrs. Dr. Phil after work, so I drove her Bravada and dropped her off in the morning. Naturally I transferred my parking hang tag from my Blazer -- and when we got home I stuck the hang tag in my bag.
Fast forward to after my first class, when for some reason I flashed on the fact I hadn't put the hang tag back on the Blazer's rear view mirror. Damn. In other times I would've run out to the parking lot and put it back, but given my current compressed nerve slash walking issues, that wasn't going to happen. So I called the Parking Office -- once I found the number, not that either the WMU website or the GoWMU "portal" makes this easy and I ended up Googling "western michigan university parking services" -- and the parking people no longer do a call-in and get day clearance to park. But I was given a phone number to call if I got a ticket. Sigh.
When I finished up for the day and went out to Lot 61, there was in fact no parking ticket. I'd just about figured that maybe on a Friday they hadn't patrolled the lot when I realized that the car on the next aisle facing me did have a parking ticket. Either that was some clever student who was using an old ticket as camouflage or the parking person passed by the Teal Machine knowing it was one of the Regulars. The hang tag is now back in place.
Occasionally one gets cut a break. (grin)