Lost and Found: Cha-Ching Ain’t a City in China
To many a New Yorker this orange envelope spells doom, or at least a remarkeably inflated parking ticket.
Neatly tucked behind a window’s wiper blade or folded in half and wedged between hood and front corner panel you will see these modern day scarlet letters. Often though, and infinitely worse for the recipient originally intended, you will see these envelopes scattered along the sidewalk, or nestled in the crook between curb and sewer drain, gently flapping in the grey water run-off of the city’s most recent Neverwinter.
I checked: this envelope contained no ticket or summons.
Traveler’s beware if driving in our fair city: because you can now identify one more of New York’s unique species does not mean it may not fly overhead and shit on you.
