June 28, 2004

Why Airplanes Crash

I’ll preface this by saying I’ve never gotten a parking ticket before. I’ve also never broken a bone before (though I did sprain a finger once). By any measure (or at least those two) I’ve led a sheltered life.

I didn’t break any bones today, but this morning I did get a parking ticket. Here’s how it happened:

I stopped at the post office in downtown Takoma Park, Maryland on the way into the office. It’s street parking only, and this morning there was only one space. I pulled in. Since I just needed to run in for a moment and there was no line (I could see through the window) I figured a nickel would do for the meter. I pocketed a nickel from my dash holder, go out, reflexively locked my door. Only to find that this meter, unlike any other on the block (where I have parked many times), only took quarters. Now at this point you’re thinking I just decided to scr*w it and pop on into the PO. Nope. I walked back around to the other side of my car, unlocked the door, and reached in to replace the nickel and get a quarter from the dash holder (even though such an expenditure seemed excessive). Just then a woman two spaces ahead got into her car and pulled away from the curb, vacating the spot (which I could see had the regular meter). So, I started ‘er up, pulled out of my spot and into the new one, got out, reflexively locked the door, and walked over to the meter—only to find I had forgotten I had already replaced the nickel in my pocket with a quarter, and was thus faced with the prospect of either feeding a quarter into the meter (when I knew a nickel would suffice) or walking back around to the other side of my car, unlocking the door, reaching in, and getting the nickel back. This was when I decided to scr*w it. I ducked inside, concluded my business at the counter, and re-emerged—not three minutes later—only to find a crisp pink slip under the wiper.

And this, my friends, is why airplanes crash, at least in many cases: a chain of unlikely and improbable events, all combining to produce a catastrophic outcome that would have been avoided had statistical normalcy intervened at any point to break the chain and restore equilibrium.

Posted by mgk at June 28, 2004 08:30 PM
Comments

As the person to whom you probably mailed the package, I'm terribly, terribly sorry. :-)

Posted by: Sez at June 28, 2004 10:00 PM | Link to Comment

heh. yes, that was an unlikely stroke of unluckiness.

Posted by: t at June 29, 2004 09:44 AM | Link to Comment

I think Matt ought to appeal this ticket, pleading he was a victim of circumstances. The chain of events analogy to airplane crashes breaks down at the small amount of volition Matt is nevertheless responsible for. After all, rarely does a cockpit blackbox contain recordings of a crew member saying "Scr*w it!" preceding data indicating all controls pushed into a dive.

Posted by: Midnight Platypus at June 29, 2004 06:17 PM | Link to Comment

Too late for an appeal, MP. My tenner is my proud donation to the nuclear-free zone of Takoma Park, aka the People's Republic of Takoma Park. May they use it for an after school reading program. Or to fix that damn pothole at Carroll and 410.

Posted by: MGK at June 29, 2004 10:07 PM | Link to Comment

Not to diminish your illustration of the butterfly principle... but if you go down the driveway in between the SunTrust and S&A Beads, there's a free parking lot. :>

Posted by: Jess at June 30, 2004 09:43 AM | Link to Comment

As I said at the outset, I've led a sheltered life.

Posted by: MGK at June 30, 2004 09:50 AM | Link to Comment

No sympathy from me. The city of Chicago once gave me a $100 ticket for parking in a snow zone (on an early November day that featured 70+ sunshine). The sign had big type that said SNOW ZONE -- NO PARKING WHEN 3' SNOW. After I got the ticket I noticed the very small type underneath (or after Nov. 1). And don't even get me started on Philadelphia. I'm convinced the meter maids have stopwatches, and that they start them the minute you pull to the curb.

Posted by: Scott Rettberg at July 2, 2004 09:15 PM | Link to Comment

I'll commiserate with Scott's dismay of Chicago's parking ticket ruthlessness. Even though I've since moved to Boston, I've now been trained to feed 2-3 times as much money into a meter as I possibly think I'll ever need -- it's worth it in the long run. Had I been at your post office I would have put in at least 50 cents.

Posted by: andrew stern at July 7, 2004 11:26 AM | Link to Comment
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