At this point in time, I feel like quarters are running my life. Between feeding the meters in New Brunswick twice a week and taking clothes to the laundromat, quarters have pretty much become my primary concern in life. I have to plan way in advance for Thursdays, when I feed the meter on the Douglass campus for 5 hours. Five dollars’ worth of quarters is a pretty hefty amount, so in the days leading up to Thursday, I constantly have to scrounge around for change. Sometimes I have to dip into Michael’s change jar. On Tuesdays, I feed dollar bills into the vending machines at school—a very risky practice—just to get more change. This week, I went to the bank and got $10 worth of quarters. That should buy me a couple of days worth of parking, but something about being the girl who carries around a roll of quarters kind of irks me.
I’m in New Brunswick twice a week, and originally I would only need to park at a meter on Thursdays, when I work at the Douglass library. On Tuesdays, when I’m in class from 12-6pm, I had been parking in nearby Buccleuch Park. However, I received a ticket last week, which brought that scheme to an abrupt end. Feeling resistant to another day of feeding meters, I drove to New Brunswick yesterday, determined to find a spot—somewhere, anywhere—that I wouldn’t have to pay for. I found one, alright…in nearby Franklin Township, exactly one mile from the location of my class (I clocked it on the drive back). It was about a 20 minute walk; definitely not the most convenient situation…but at least I got to stick it to the man.
I’m sick of meters and I’m sick of quarters. I need to finish school and buy a washing machine.