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Dear Diary: Oops

I was walking to my car the other day when I spied an orange rectangle sticking out from under my windshield whipper.

This caused two very unpleasant sensations for me: one, when my heart stopped because I thought I had gotten a ticket and was going to have to argue that “helloooo I have a parking tag hanging right there from my rear view mirror, RIGHT THERE,” and, two, when I became spiteful and swore vengeance on the person who idiotically decided to print a flyer on the same orange colored paper as parking tickets, which I soon realized was the real identity of the rectangle.

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