With grande corporate-brand coffee in hand, I wheeled into the office parking lot like on any other day. With caffeine coursing through my veins at this hour of the day, I was fully prepared to take on the day with a positive smile.
No more than about 15 minutes into the day, a co-worker popped in and asked, "Does anyone know about what's going on out in the parking lot?" Somewhat puzzled, I asked "What are you talking about?" He then went on to inform me that a gentleman was going around slapping obnoxious bright neon-green stickers informing owners of their impending impound-lot doom if they do not comply and put an official parking permit on their vehicle.
In the six plus months that I've worked at this location, I was not once informed of the necessity of a parking permit. Interestingly, neither were the majority of my co-workers, including my manager, who has been here for more than a year. It seems a disgruntled employee in another office suite griped to the property management company that there were a shortage of parking spaces, hence the need to enforce the heretofore unenforced parking permit requirement. All I can say to the parking Napoleon and the un-named snitch that narked us all out, is it's a good thing that I had my coffee that morning, or else it could have gotten a lot uglier.