|About the Book|
Warning: Suspense, drug references, some foul language, and lots of gruesome but true parking stories.Romance, a midget, a giant, and a dead body. These are but a few of the things I encountered during my journey from a good kid to a life-hatingMoreWarning: Suspense, drug references, some foul language, and lots of gruesome but true parking stories.Romance, a midget, a giant, and a dead body. These are but a few of the things I encountered during my journey from a good kid to a life-hating parking enforcement officer.This fast-paced memoir of ticket-writing and citation-issuing begs the question: Is a job really just a job?I learned the answer to that question when I became a parking enforcement officer.The answer, in case you wondered, is that its not just a job. What you choose to do for work changes you at a deep level. For instance, if you are the jerk writing people tickets, then you are going to become a jerk. Thats just the law of cause and effect. What you do is who you are.I used to be considered a great kid. People commented on my easy smile and boyish good looks- moms hoped an ambitious, honest young man like myself would notice their homely daughters. I made friends easily, was a trusted confidant, and always saw the good in others. My prospects were bright and I lived with my head high and one foot in the future.My name is Ben Friedrich. This is my story: the story of how parking enforcement stole my soul.Excerpts:The punishment doesn’t fit the crime! I see what you’re saying, man, but I’m disabled! He was waving his hands. His voice starting to crack a little.Oh crap, I thought. He is going to cry.You can cry, but crying doesnt change anything.Please! Im not asking you as an officer. Im asking you as a fellow human being! Tears glistened on his dark cheeks as he wrung his hands, pleading for me to withhold judgement.<>Are you going to write yourself a ticket?Surprised, I turned towards my patrol car. A tall, bearded man was down on one knee by my back tire – with a measuring tape.Excuse me? I said.He stood up. Six feet tall, at least, he had a giant white beard. He looked like an Old Testament prophet on steroids.<>I got to the point where I would often try to make people cry. Once youve experienced the emotional roller coaster ride that people take when receiving a ticket, then you learn how to manipulate it.Its very similar to the stages of grieving. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. As my people skills” as a parking enforcement officer matured, I could push people past the first three stages into the fourth. Id never been able to get a normal person to the final stage of acceptance. Some mentally unstable individuals, perhaps, but not your average Joe.