Is This a Real Ticket?

The sun was burning bright. It was beautiful. 85 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. It was the perfect day for a picnic. Of course, we didn’t go on a picnic.

The day was Sunday.

I make note of the day with significance at the start of our story because I think there should be a certain respect for this day of the week. It is, after all, the modern-day Sabbath, and on this weekly ritual I believe grace should abound. Sadly,
The Greene disagrees ... Sort of.

Following a lovely service at Apex Community Church in Dayton, a group of somewhere between fifteen and twenty of us (enough that I didn’t think to count) went decided to go to
BD’s Mongolian Barbeque to both celebrate and mourn our last Sunday service together for the semester. That’s right! In just five short days, on Friday, I will be taking my last Final Exam, finalizing the end of my Sophomore year at Cedarville University, and driving back to Iowa for the Summer! But I digress. BD’s.

A fantastic restaurant which I highly recommend. It’s one of those Mongolian-style restaurants where you put all the meat, noodles, and vegetables you want into a heaping bowl, pick three or four sauces and spices to top it off with, and hand it to a guy in a sweet hat to watch him cook it up for you on a massive grill with twenty other people’s meals. Not only is a fun experience, it’s a delicious adventure.

The BD’s we went to was around the Greene Mall, so we parallel parked out front, fed the meter, and went in. I gave Kylee at least six quarters, fifteen minutes each, so we had a good hour and a half on the meter. After having loads of fun joking with our waitress and the host of the hour, we finished our food, paid our bill, and walked back out to the car. There, on the windshield, tucked under the wiper blade, we found this:




Of course, my first reaction after seeing something under the wiper was annoyance that I had gotten a ticket while driving Kylee’s car. The second, after I looked at the ticket, was how much it didn’t look like a normal ticket.

The car ride back to Cedarville consisted of the five of us going back and forth as to whether we thought it was a real ticket or not. Our first conclusion was that it couldn’t be a real ticket, it was just some sponsorship type of a thing for this Hannah’s Treasure Chest. But what if it was a real ticket? Not paying it could result in a larger fine on Kylee’s car.

After much debating, another one of us determined it
must be a real ticket because of the IRS stamp at the bottom. This argument made sense until I realized that every company, charitable organization, and otherwise is registered with the IRS, so this really didn’t mean anything. Again, we were back to it not being a real ticket.

But there were those words in the first paragraph “... when you pay this $5.00 ticket ...” which would heavily imply it was a real ticket. Upon arriving back at school, Garrett got online and did some checking into tickets at The Greene. He called me with the conclusion that it
was a real ticket because a portion of the proceeds from The Greene tickets went to a charitable organization, which is what this ticket claimed.

Then I thought of something that I don’t know why I didn’t think of sooner: this ticket had absolutely no information on it. It looked like a flyer than they could easily print hundreds of in a few moments. It was a standardized piece of card stock. It didn’t have Kylee’s license number, her name, the time the ticket was issued; it had
nothing relating to the incident! If I put $5 into the enveloped and sent it in, they would have no way of identifying that that $5 was remittance for the “crime” attached to Kylee’s license plate. There was no way they could keep us accountable for paying the ticket or not, so it couldn’t be a real ticket! After explaining this to Garrett, he called the mall.

It turns out for
all tickets issued at The Greene, payment is optional. After thinking this over, I’ve realized how big and silly of a scam this is. They’re essentially trying to trick you into charitable giving, which is the antonym of what charitable giving should be. If I want to Hannah’s Treasure Chest, I will do it on my own time. Please don’t try to get money from me by making me think I’ve committed some sort of a felony. Please take specific note of this wording: “a portion of the proceeds ...” Really? You’re going to give a portion of $5 to a charity?

On a final note, if you ever receive a ticket and it’s
only $5, be suspicious. I’ve never gotten a ticket that was that cheap, and that should have been one of the first signs that it wasn’t a real ticket. The way The Greene dishonestly tries to manipulate you into giving to their charity is laughable and a disgrace for the mall. They’re making a mockery of charities and the heart and intent that should be behind the giving. If you want to give me a ticket for illegally parking, do it. I don’t care what you do with that money then. But don’t give me a fake ticket impersonating a real ticket just to get me to give to your charity. That really doesn’t make me inclined to ever give to your sneaky charity.

Sorry. I’m not paying that ticket.

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