Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The true value of 10 cent

I stopped off in Trim to get a few messages. When I stopped in the carpark I opened my purse to get money for the parking metre. Shock, horror, I could only find 20 cent in change, but I needed 30.
I was in a dilema.
Should I go to the nearby shop and buy something I didn't need in order to get change or would I risk not paying? After all, I would only be gone a few minutes. But...I'm such a law-abiding citizen I couldn't risk it.
Then I remembered.
A 10 cent coin had fallen down the side of my car seat the other day and I didn't bother to retrieve it as it was a mere 10c. NOT ANY MORE! It was now invaluable.
But where had the little blighter gone? I moved my seat back. I moved my seat forward. I wriggled my hand down the side. Eventually my fingertips touched the round smooth metal. A bit more fumbling and it was in my grasp. Disaster! My hand was stuck! By breathing in I managed to release it!
As I was feeding my precious coins into the parking meter who should pass by but my friendly local traffic warden! I smiled at him sweetly.
On the way back I decided to take a photo of the aforementioned parking meter for this blogsite. As I studied it from every angle, trying to get the best shot, I realised that the milling tourists were giving me very perturbed looks. Then it dawned on me. I was standing right in front of Hugh DeLacey's 12th century Norman castle. It is probably better known as the castle that was featured in the blockbuster Braveheart. These people had travelled from the four corners of the world to see it and I was busy taking a photo of.....a parking metre!
Well, old Hugh De Lacy himself couldn't have saved me from a parking fine. That parking meter sure did!
This is what I should have been taking a photo of -

But this is what caught my attention -