Parking Placards: The Public Safety Risk

This reader account of a run-in with a Traffic Enforcement Agent on Douglass Street in Park Slope is another example of how official privilege often trumps public safety.

Get your hands on a parking placard, and the city is yours.

She was not checking the hydrants; she was
on her Bluetooth, gossiping. I watched her walk right by the State of
New York van that is perpetually parked in front of the fire hydrant
across the street from my place. As we crossed paths, the following
exchange began:

Me: "Why didn't you give that van a ticket?"

TEA: "For what?"

Me: " Because it's parked in front of a hydrant."

TEA: (A little belligerently) "I didn't see it."

Me: "It is. Go look. In fact, it's always there and no one ever tickets it."

TEA: (To the person on the Bluetooth:) "Hold on, Hold on."

We walk back to the van. She sees it's a state van and reacts like her safety is being threatened.

TEA: "OH! State of New York!!! I can't give it a ticket."

Me: "Why not?"

TEA: "It's State of NY! I'm not allowed to give it a ticket."

Me: "You're not allowed? Who says?"

TEA: "I'm just not allowed!" (She starts backing away.)

Me: "Well if you won't give it a ticket, I'd like your badge number please."

Then she ran away yelling "I can't give it a ticket! I can't give it a ticket!!!" I didn't get her badge number.