The evening before, a couple ladies visiting from Fort Wayne, Indiana, were admiring the Cleveland skyline from a pier on Lake Erie. When they found out I was from NYC, they quickly suggested that maybe I wasn’t as impressed.
I told them the truth: I kind of like Cleveland’s skyline. They have that thing and the other building sticking out. It wasn’t that bad.
Before I set off for West Virginia, I walked around downtown Cleveland looking for that thing and the other building sticking out I was earnestly telling those two ladies but must have come off sarcastic.
"That thing" referred to The Soldiers and Sailors Monument. "The other building" referred to the Horseshoe Casino.
Personally, the monument was nice, but I felt duped trying to seek out a building only find out that it was a hotel casino.
I dejectedly walked back towards my car parked near the Federal Reserve Bank and found the meter guy to put the finishing touches on my parking ticket.
"I could have sworn I had a couple minutes left," I told him.
"Nope," he told me as he handed me the ticket, sparing him the routine of lifting up the windshield wiper.
And that’s how I got my second ticket, just a day after getting a traffic ticket, minutes from leaving Cleveland. If only I could pay the ticket with the shredded money I got from the Federal Reserve.
Cleveland-Sucks-To-Rocks Scale: Cleveland Rocks but c’mon, man.