Little research has been conducted on the intimate relationship between the standard city parking meter and the simple household quarter.
If we look closer we observe that the meter stands erect, eager, driven by evolutionary desire to fulfill its purpose in the great circle of bureaucratic privatization.
And there, accompanied by a rumbling engine, and pinched between fleshy fingers, the coin approaches. The meter, hot, yearns to taste the visitor. Metal on metal, the coin teases the entrance, ridged edge tickling the slot.
A decided push—
The meter swallows—
Belly fills—
Pressure builds—
Mechanisms shift as—
TIME EXPIRED clicks to 20:00.
Nicely done with a lot of flavor and thought. Congrats.
Scott
That was different! (Although these days most of the UK parking meters prefer payment online – assuming you’re successful in registering on their unhelpful websites…)
Funny stuff. Well done.
Very funny! Well done. I’ll be thinking of this the next time I use a parking meter. (Still have them where I live!)
Great fun!
Well done, Shannon. Good story!
What a unique idea. I appreciate the subtle social critique and humor here. Well done!
Never thought of ‘sexual’ relations between a meter and coins before, but this came close! Nicely done humour. Clever story.
Puts a whole new meaning to coin in the slot. 😉 Clever.
Love it! Clever AND creative
So much fun to read! Unique and clever!
What an imaginative piece. I enjoyed its strangeness.
A humorous and entertaining take on an oft used trope…insert here…. nicely done!