Seething in Seattle

Tonight I drove to get to the salsa club in an ultimately failed attempt to avoid soaking my shoes in the rain.  There were some spots on the street in a 45 degree angle.  I parked in one.  Some guy in a bigass van pulled up and looked at me like he had wanted to park there and I had just spilled his ice cream and spit on his girlfriend.  I took my time getting out and made sure to glare in his general direction, wondering if I should linger to prevent a brick getting thrown in my window.

Then I pregamed with friends and realized that one of the girls owns a honda shadow, one of the bikes I investigated when I decided I just had to get a motorcycle all those years ago.

THEN we walk by my car and there is a ticket on it.  I got a ticket for parking the wrong way.  I was in between the lines, yes.  My car was supposed to be facing the street.  Seattle is located in a lame-ass state where cars must have license plates on both the front and back, and they still want to bitch about which way my car is facing?

My only theory so far about why they have this retarded law is that it is related to the flow of traffic.  For this reason, the next time I park in that area, I am going to approach from the same direction, then swing into the middle of the street for room but more importantly to get in the way, and then back up in a wide arc, completely what should be an entirely unecessary three-point turn that obstructs traffic in both directions.  Hopefully that same guy with the van will show up, maybe after having passed the spot and turned around all proper like.

I drew you a diagram:

I think that useless and unecessary laws, when enforced, bother me more than unjust ones.  For example, when Amazon caved and kicked wikileaks off of EC2, I was sad and disappointed, but I shrugged it off and said something cynical about the first amendment (and would have made a crack about airport scanners that bombard us with dangerous levels of radiation and can't detect bombs, but someone else said something).  However, when I get bit by some random traffic thing that makes no sense, I feel a quick flash of fury.  Strange.